I'm 47 years old
Still a long way to go
And I'm trudging along
This cobbled old road
The journey I'm on
Isn't done with me yet
Despite my unhealthy feeble attempts
I constantly ache
My hearing has gone
My eyes are both knackered
And the days go on and on
I've become more disappointed
In the people I know
And the ones that I don't
Well to hell they can go
I just can't wait until
Death comes along
With his hourglass and scythe
And a look from beyond
And I'll greet him as a friend
And say 'you took your time! '
And he'll say to me
'Well Sax now you're mine'
And I'll go with him running
You just wait and see
Cos this bloody body
Is the death of me
But I'm only 47
Still a ways to go
Unless that old fate
Knows something I don't
So on I go grumbling
About the world and his wife
Complain about nothing
And things I don't like
Wake every morning
With pain in my back
And then spend my day working
Until I hit the sack
Only 47!
There's no justice in this world
Can't I wake up at 80
And then have done with it all?!
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Saxon Crow (
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You will never catch me up SC but i am sure with the love and beauty in your life you will last a long long time.
Andy
You never know gf!
This was my second read and wow what a hit and I'll think my next write will go a bit like this, thank you for the inspiration my friend.
I turned 40 last year and I've just spent the last to weeks in and out of A&E
This body will be the death of me but I'll cross over running, you wait and see...
Truly an honour to receive your gift, catch you at the finish line!
Hope you're feeling better Dan! The race is on lol
A fine write SC. A younger person was worried about becoming 30, and said 'Arrgghhh - too old!'
Bless
We could say to the person: 'Doh! You've hardly started living yet' or' You've not even lived much yet!'
Nah. Let him learn
None of us had an easy ride after 47 sax. Someone said to me rather cruelly when i was on a major downer "life's a bitch - then you die" which is one way of looking at our existence. But it speaks of bitterness and failure to revel in the joys of life and it's many rewards.
I can't visualise that you as an expressive and creative poet take a negative viewpoint on life's rewards.
A well written piece but I feel you took a devil's advocate stance here.
'None of us had an easy ride after 47.' Thanks for the words of encouragement!
You know me Dusk always playing lol
I too, dear Poet
don't get, this whole health trip
and extending life
# façade
I mean, if you're fated a lengthy life
so be it
we traverse it, as best we can
but why prolong it?
when all we're promised is
endless funerals
an ailing physical state
and a mind that can't remember
if it's 56 or 64 for 8 times 8
or
has it always, felt
like theirs eight days in a week...?
lol
but then, I wouldn't mind sticking around
to take a sip of something strong, that's
aged
for as long as, I've survived...
('they say age
ain't nothing but a number'
and I can't help
but stare back
blankly
and scream, back
loud
'That's the fuckin, Point!')
🤬😒🤷♂️🍾🥂😎
lol
such a fun read
Lol. Thanks LB
You Sir, are nothing but a pup.
Get out there dancing and prancing or whatever floats your boat.
Leave the moans and groans for the genuine article
Good write Sax.
Where's the fun in that Dog?!
Woah fantastic unique poem as most wish for youth, while you seem so tired and achy that you wish to beold as 80 dahh. I enjoyed the poem for its wry dry humour and witty poetic remarks. Kudos!
Plz also read and comment my newest poem too.
Saxon Your poem is very descriptive and I like that style. I've got 35 years on you and having the time of my life. I took up amatuer singing three decades ago and poetry this year. If you'd like to give a listen, here's the youtube channel link: https://www.youtube.com/user/hzugman
Yes I guess we've all had times feeling like this. But I'm much nearer 80 than you are, and yes the old body crumbles, but I think life gets better. My fifties were great. as were my sixties. Unexpectedly. I thought it would be all downhill. Not. It's an eloquent poem that is expressive of feelings without just being a bit of prose cut up into lines - difficult to do, I think.
Thanks Morwenna. I wrote this a bit tongue in cheek
Same sentiments, exactly. In a few, the half century is quite a milestone in the psyche, as well. See you there!
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