I can barely seize a minute
as many the day.
Age reaches its limit.
There is will but no way.
Comfort replaced by pain
Singing in moans and groans
One or both legs are lame
Porosis of the bones.
Skipped beat cardiac cycles
Bod organ recitals.
Sight sounds different now
My time empties the clock
It's face looks me somehow
My faculties to mock
Augustus / Folsom, LA / February 2017
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Author:
Augustus (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 5th, 2017 10:27
- Comment from author about the poem: Aging is not for the weak at heart.
- Category: Humor
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but then again you are not weak at heart or anywhere else for that matter?
Funny man, good poem and nice try!
My humor is getting a little sick.
A poignant play on the title words - - shame that pain and its bedmates stand in the way of seizing each day - -a heart-wrenching but well written read.
Thanks for the comment. Reading it again I can see it is not really humor. I guess my smiles come with cracks these days.
Good write. Every moment of our lives is important.
You are so right. Even though most of a day can be miserable there are moments. Thanks.
Great job Augustus. You are a tough cookie, for sure.
Cookie rapidly crumbling. It is scary. Thanks.
Lots of hugs to you Augustus. That will hold you together!
Nice poem. Im just past middle age and bits are starting to wear out. Even seizing a minute is a good thing to do.
Thanks for reading and commenting.
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