21. A Geezer's Gripings
I'm getting older, nature deems.
I'm coming apart at the seams.
The things that never hurt before
Now multiply, make more and more.
I'm getting older, nature deems.
I'm coming apart at the seams.
The things that never hurt before
Now multiply, make more and more.
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A little old lady, I do not mind being.
What I find I don't like are the changes I'm seeing.
My marbles are still rolling in the right direction.
I enjoy this old world, though it has imperfections.
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They said I was an "old fart"
But I hardly think that's true
My boobs were done in '75
But my teeth and knees are new.
Will I slowly wither like a leaf
That falls upon the earth?
Once void of all its Autumn hues,
It loses all its worth.
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Time is
Too Slow for those who Wait,
Too Swift for those who Fear,
Too Long for those who Grieve,
You find you're getting hairier though not atop your head.
You somehow sustain injuries while sleeping in your bed.
Your arm is not quite long enough to make the fine print clear.
You walk into a room then think - Now why'd I come in here?
Daddy I remember, before you fell ill,
the spark in your eyes, the laughter, the thrill.
Daddy, I long for that day, when that spark comes back.
As a child, I recall, I used to think the coolest thing to be,
truly nothing could be more fun than invisibility.
I could sneak up on my sisters and scare them if I chose.
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Unwillingly Miranda wakes,
Feels the sun with terror,
One unwilling step she takes,
Shuddering to the mirror.
The years are taking their toll.
Another birthday has now arrived.
People you meet say you're still looking young.
With a smile, you wink and say, "Nice try."
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He danced as a buck,
sang as an elder and
beat a drum as long as he was able.
Pretty little high heels,
How you look so grand.
I can remember when I wore you
And I could proudly stand.
I remember the times
You'd flip me onto your shoulder
Freefalling skyward
Taller, older
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We're getting older now our time is coming to an end
I just need to know if you'd pick me again
There's Reincarnation I've heard that it's true
When I get back here I'll start looking for you
I know that nothing ever lasts,
and my memories, they're fading fast,
but I have my photographs,
and I know we used to laugh.
Mama with her babies in her rocking chair, she sings
The soothing sound of lullabies,
Her voice so sweetly rings.
Singing in her rocking chair,
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They have spent their
content of simpering,
holding their lips this
and that way, winding
I know we're old now and our bodies don't work as they should.
But if I could dance with you once more I surely would.
To dance as we did without a care.
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I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;
Early morning sun
Dull light through the window
A shadow crosses her face
I catch a glimpse
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