Carpe Diem

Augustus

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

 

 

  • Author: Augustus (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 5th, 2017 10:27
  • Comment from author about the poem: Aging is not for the weak at heart.
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 53
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  • willyweed

    but then again you are not weak at heart or anywhere else for that matter?
    Funny man, good poem and nice try!

    • Augustus

      My humor is getting a little sick.

    • Fay Slimm.

      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.

      • Augustus

        Thanks for the comment. Reading it again I can see it is not really humor. I guess my smiles come with cracks these days.

      • Goldfinch60

        Good write. Every moment of our lives is important.

        • Augustus

          You are so right. Even though most of a day can be miserable there are moments. Thanks.

        • WriteBeLight

          Great job Augustus. You are a tough cookie, for sure.

          • Augustus

            Cookie rapidly crumbling. It is scary. Thanks.

            • WriteBeLight

              Lots of hugs to you Augustus. That will hold you together!

            • Garry

              Nice poem. Im just past middle age and bits are starting to wear out. Even seizing a minute is a good thing to do.

              • Augustus

                Thanks for reading and commenting.



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