Notice of absence from Tom Dylan
Sorry if there is a delay in responses. Sometimes life gets in the way. As John Lennon said, life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.
Sorry if there is a delay in responses. Sometimes life gets in the way. As John Lennon said, life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.
I’m getting to that age
my knees click when I walk,
my back aches after a lie-in,
my eye-sight is getting worse,
I have to squint and concentrate
when the bus approaches
to make sure I get the right one,
my throat and my stomach issues make
dining out a mine-field or
like a game of chess,
my next move plotted with care,
like a beat-up car with weird creaks
and patches of rust,
and not as fast as it used to be,
where doctors are finding things,
nothing to worry about they insist,
but then in the most unromantic way,
they say they’d like to see me again.
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Tom Dylan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I am approaching fifty, and have noticed certain changes and creaks and weird noises from under the bonnet.
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Keep well hopefully. Depends if we're half-empty glass person I suppose. If so, we could become hypochondriacs!
Oh yes, it could be easy to go down that route. Of course, laughter is the best medicine.. that and writing. 😀 Thanks as always for your comments.
Hi Tom, you are still a young un. By the time you reach my age you will need regular services and a yearly MOT. Yes, creaking, niggling, it gets worse lol. My solution is to drink more. Red vino in moderation is a fine medicine lol. A fun poem. Most entertaining.
Your reply made me smile, Cassie. A yearly MOT! 😀 And yes, as my dad say, we must stay hydrated. Thanks as always for your comments. Cheers, Tom.
I hear you. It's hell getting old. Great work.
Thanks a lot, Thomas. Really appreciated.
Tell me about it....!
Yeah, five maybe ten years ago I'd go to opticians, doctors, dentist etc, and get told yep, all fine see you in twelve months. Now, there's a sharp intake of breath and tutting. 🙂 Cheers, Tom
That’s how things are these days; creak, creak 👍🏻
That is exactly it! Creaking and clicking like mad. 🙂
It’s also taking forever now to recover after exhaustion, illness, nicks and scratches and at times firing comebacks in conversation…. everything is falling apart, Master (Bartok to Rasputin)
Haha! Nice write, Tom.
Anyways
It doesn`t have to be that way
A sage saves
The waters of life
His body doesn`t go
Dry
Thanks for that, Mutley. Appreciated.
You must be reading my mail. Nicely done.
Thanks a lot for your comments, Dan. Really appreciated.
You are a mere youngster Tom I am now seventy six and the motor is certainly getting slower but at least it starts every morning. LOL
Andy
Ah yes, good point, Andy. At least the motor starts every morning, and we have a few more miles to put on the clock! Thanks for your comments. Cheers, Tom.
I hear you Tom been there for a few years and it only seems to get worse each coming year. I’m wondering when the ignition system won’t work anymore or when the battery will be dead and I’ll need a jump. The plugs are not all firing evenly and there’s a lot of stains on the interior upholstery as well as a few tears.
Thanks a lot for your comments, Soren. And your comments about stains on the upholstery really made me smile.
That's because you'll soon be all growed up .. and welcome to the real world Tom
Yeah, I have joined the club, Neville. Thanks for your comments, mate.
only 50, and you notice this..i am way older and can relate to most of what you have written, but life is for living so am carrying on merrily, regardless..
Thanks Nafisa. Yeah, just starting to notice little niggles and tried to write about it. And carry on merrily regardless, completely agree.
Then don’t wear a Bonnet .
Enjoyable Poem.
Haha, thanks Kevin. Appreciated.
You're downright hilarious! What a regular riot. I declare. This is too beautifully rendered with a weighty poignancy set against a healthy sense of good humor. When I began to apply the metaphor in my own case I forgot to recall how much my late father cherished old Mercedes. Thank you very much for sharing. Me loves.
Bless ya, thanks Missy. And yeah, we need a good sense of humour, don't we? Thanks as always for your comments. Really appreciated.
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