This weeks poem is a little dig at myself.
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
The second poem is from my 2010 archives
Outside the now
Sometimes while I’m in motion
I step outside the now
Reflecting on the universe
And wondering where and how
The stars they go in daytime
The moon it disappears
And why the trees in forests
Play noises on my ears
Why do the restless oceans
Keep beating on the shore
And why do tiny snowflakes
Make patterns on the floor
What makes the smiles on faces
At times just disappear
And leave behind a teardrop
To wash away my fears
Why do a babies giggles
Make me glow inside
And when somebody scares me
Why do I want to hide
Why do I chase each moment
As if it were my last
Reflecting on my future
As it repeats my past
Why do I look to heaven
What do I think I’ll see
Maybe God and all his Angels
Just smiling down on me
Thought to Ponder. Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Music on You Tube. – Robert Martin. – Great Peace
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