Great old men with fantastic big ears
Scars and wrinkles for souvenirs
Wisdom from a misspent youth
Only one remaining natural tooth
Great old men with enormous big noses
Proud as punch of their prize winning roses
Children love to hear their stories
Loved labour hated the tories
Great old men with aching backs
Never wear coats always Macs
Used to smoke twenty roll your own
Not much fun when you’re all alone
Great old men with a walking stick
Nothing on face value, forever a sceptic
Reflecting on simple hard working lives
Shared with their long suffering wives.
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Author:
The Retired Bloke (
Offline) - Published: December 13th, 2018 06:20
- Comment from author about the poem: Poem about men getting older...inspired by observing on TV how an old celebrity’s ears had grown!
- Category: Humor
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Comments3
A fine write RB.
Truth to this there is.
Yes I am there, don't need a stick yet though.
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