Grumpy Old Men

John Prophet

Grumpy Old Men.
Always wondered.
Grumpy
old men.
Where
do they
come from?
Why
do they
exist?
What
made them
so grumpy?
When young,
everything
was a
promise.
Everything
was possible.
No limitations.
Oysters
on the
half shell.
There to
be had.
Excitement.
Adventure.
Three ring
circus,
plenty
for all.
Time
wore on.
Lily
turned
brown.
People.
Learning
about people.
Gilded lilies.
Deceiving.
Skin deep.
Inside
a different
creature.
Existence
a mirage
not what
it seems.
Shiny things
tarnish.
Illusion.
Time
needed to
learn.
Understand.
Grumpy
old men,
manufactured
in the
mirage,
illusion.
Grumpy
old men,
made
not born.

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 25th, 2021 19:53
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  • Doggerel Dave

    Will you cut out your vapid generalizations?
    Old people come on all shapes and sizes; they are neither all wise, all grumpy or any other virtue or vice you may attempt to pin on them.
    Cut this crap out – it’s ageist, precisely similar to generalizations with respect to women or different ethnicities are sexist or racist.

    Dave

    • John Prophet

      Thank you kindly for reading my work

    • Goldfinch60

      Yes Grumpy old men are certainly made and they can always be found but in my life there are more Happy old men.

      Andy

      • John Prophet

        Thank you kindly for reading my work

      • L. B. Mek

        'Understand.
        Grumpy
        old men,
        manufactured
        in the
        mirage,
        illusion.
        Grumpy
        old men,
        made
        not born.'
        indeed, that self-deluding mirage of bitter regret, twisting
        once whimsically hopeful perspectives...
        a good write and that film is one of my favourites, featuring two absolute: comedic geniuses!

        • John Prophet

          Thank you for reading.
          Agreed, that was a great film.
          Lemon, Matthau and a personal favorite of mine Ann-Margret.



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