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To the Aged

As a boy I ran
foolhardy and strong
working with the aged
all day long

a song on my lips
with chatter so spry
"One day You shall
see You'll be old like
me" said one old
sage so quiet and dry

the stories I've been
and the places of bold
how how warning said
then Unheeded was sold
by my too busy heart
How my body had paid
for the task of the part

I tried yesterday to compete
with the scheme of the madness
and glory of the rose coloured
scene I was living my life
like the madcap and fun

now Im aching and paining
Oh please someone a gun!

sitting here in my chair with
a neck crooked locked
and a spine and two knees
that are savagely blocked
a fine wooden cane would
be wonderfully sought

so Ive handed my crown
for a face full of white
with my scars and my
gnarls a much frigtening
site

but a smile on my lips
as I watch them fly by
these crowned whips
on their boards and their
fancy trips bikes

"One day you will see
You'll be old just like me"

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Comments

storms coming Thats good we need the rain Too many fires in Ontario
Yesterday I gave er' at work and on the bike and now am cranky tired
I can remember clearly being on the many bikes of youth
twenty years ago putting in a full week all day long with a hard rock
company drilling in rock mounts for poles and hustling

only forty eight and today cant move Forget where I put my glasses
and too stubborn to find them Ran out of pain killers and just going
to " live through a day without that crutch" Might as well just hit
me with a hammer!!

cheer myself up I washed myself in the mirror and cant believe how
many pure white hairs are in my beard moustache and now head
and even EYEBROWS what the f*****!

"now I'm just an old broken down peice of meat!" Line from the Wrestler
when he meets his daughter again.. my daug hter and I love this movie
we dont see each other much either

and I actually longed for a cane today
because getting up from sitting on the ground
I tell you there is a lot of things going on
in all of that movement
a lot of muscles get pissed off and rass y ou back
bones complain by the time im done i sometimes
forget what it was I got up for
yah its that intense

this is my Official "I'm old" work today
Im very lucky to still be around
and moving yes I know
but I acknowledge that for all Ive been
and done etc that I have to actually
rest and be kind of my body

The rhyme is kind of sloppy i think
in places but tell me about this
You guys are good

thanks

author comment

By the time I traversed the entire poem
I felt old enough .........................................HAHAHAHA
to feel myself in the eons division
long time no sea ...OKAY see...............
Mr Esker the poetician....
you have stopped reading meeeee....

loved

Thanks Loved and No Im still reading you
Im just waiting to put down a great answer
maybe this weekend !!

I like that people know words like Traversed
thank you

author comment

You kindle
my heart ,
with a flame that needs
a dictionary to inflame...
an incendiary maybe !
But I shall continue to await
the outcome of your mind
that all does illuminate...
Albeit
the traverse is something
that does'nt one under rate

loved

how we watch our skies
for our gods and godesses's
never knowing who shall
arrive to whisper
and we listen alive
with the new trepidation

I have a muse too Loved
and I like your poems

life isnt about totality of being
right or being wrong
rebels right..

one cannot ecstinguish
the draw the love the passion
from another

I shall read you Loved

thank you

I love the word Kindle to by the way

Until Again

Wolfie

author comment

I love the word Kindle to by the way Until Again

When two poetic hearts vibrate
then 'tis time for minds to oscillate
and
new poetic parlance create
that's what we two are doing to date.
and
ain't it friend ??
you are great!!!!

loved

asthma kept me from sports
I did not mix with others
but read books in library
drove dad's car to school
My leather american flight jacket
repro Gift from mother
My cowboy boots from parents

sat with beautiful and intelligent
because of my intellgent wavelength
like here

dear Loved I love intelligence Language
articulation of mind and soul
feeling

and yes we occilate

Thank You

author comment

You at times marvel me

and
make me believe
the world has more people like you and me

we oscillate in unison of mind,
intelligence we ought to find,
in the far inner folds of our mind
and
then guys like us one may find.

just incidental mind
And
find alternate.. here
nothing planned
to grind!

loved

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