The first poem is from my book “Cherished Whispers”.
The second poem is carried over from last week
Father Becomes Son
Oh when did it happen
For I did not see
When I became you
And you became me
Did it start in my sleep time
Is that how it works
When fathers become sons
And they in reverse
You tell me to do things
In ways I recall
Like please do not wander
Be careful don’t fall
Mind all the traffic
And fasten your coat
Don’t worry I’ll get you
Some sweets for that throat
It’s not that I’m frightened
But the world moves so fast
I just can’t believe
My life has flew past
So I’ll nod in agreement
What else can I do
When I am the child
That I once thought of as you
Old Age
(A Creaking Chair)
From a turkey neck to my wrinkly eyes
I’ve got it all yet I’m not wise
From my aching bones and a need to lie
To a run up the stairs that I will not try
These things through age they know no bounds
But from these things I have found
I’m just a creaking chair
Now some have said I am not fit
Which seems quite strange for I still have my wits
And yes at times I’m prone to moan
As another new pain does find a home
Within my creaking chair
But I won’t give up before my time
For to wake each day is just sublime
No ache or pain will stop my quest
To fill my days with love and zest
Who cares at all if I should be
A shadow of what I used to be
For I have found because of time
I’m just a creaking chair
Thought to Ponder – “When you don’t have, or feel that you don’t have, an extra moment to read philosophy, history, or science, when great literature, plays, and novels are as foreign to you as hieroglyphics, do you have any chance of seeing your work, career, or life in a new light? You might be doing well in the race, but it’s the same race essentially down the same track with the same opponents that may prove to be less than sufficient in enabling you to get those kinds of things done that you want to have completed.” – Jeff Davidson.
Music on You Tube – A House Is Not A Home – Tony Christie
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