Joseph Anderson

Rookie - 296 Points (3-12-25)

Joseph Anderson Poems

1. A Candid View On Aging 2/18/2011
2. Seasons Of Life 9/9/2012
3. A Humble Man 11/12/2010
4. A Dogs Life 1/7/2011
5. Poetry For The Common Man 8/18/2012
6. A Mother's Words 4/15/2012
7. Daughter's Gone, Daughter's Gone 8/6/2010
8. A One Eyed Man 8/11/2010
9. A Haven From Life's Storm 11/17/2010
10. A Chauvinistic Male? 6/10/2012
11. Dark Side Of Tomorrow 3/3/2014
12. A Most Uncommon Man 8/29/2010
13. A Little Christmas Spirit 12/15/2012
14. Life's Weary Road-Sonnet 2/22/2014
15. Just Friends-Sonnet 11/26/2012
16. On Inflation's Road 8/3/2013
17. A Troubled Wandering Cloud-Sonnet 2/3/2014
18. The Flame Is Burning Low 6/24/2013
19. Life's Blowing Winds-Sonnet 9/27/2012
20. A Love To Last 4/19/2012
21. A Prayer For Help 8/13/2010
22. A Mid Life Crisis 9/5/2012
23. Poetic Envy 6/13/2012
24. Daughter's Back 7/25/2013
25. Charm Of Poetry 5/4/2012
26. A Maxim For Living 2/5/2011
27. Never Sound Retreat 6/2/2012
28. A Faltering Faith 4/20/2013
29. When Eternity Calls 9/1/2012
30. Moving On-Sonnet 3/12/2014
31. By Faith Alone 10/25/2013
32. A Truly Eternal Love-Sonnet 11/30/2013
33. Looking For Love 1/10/2014
34. Over The Hill 9/19/2012
35. Where Have All The Poets Gone? 8/4/2010
36. Let Heaven Wait 8/25/2012
37. Will You Love Me Then 5/24/2013
38. Dropping A Line- My Muse 3/6/2013
39. A Pleasing Way To Go 6/16/2012
40. Will Someone Say Amen? 7/8/2013
Best Poem of Joseph Anderson

A Candid View On Aging

I sat before my desk last eve
To assess my current plight;
The things I see, you might agree,
Indicate a major blight.

My heartbeat is irregular
And, likewise are my bowels;
My appetite has flown the coop
While my nervous stomach growls.

My sex drive took a wrongway turn,
On life's highway, some miles back;
My drugs for that don't seem to work
So, I'm no good in the sack.

My bones keep going crackle-pop
And my back's in constant pain;
I have fungus on my toe nails
And my garden needing rain.

My teeth and hair are getting ...

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The Candle's Burning Low

We met down at the city park,
Where old folk often go
And today he seemed unduly sad.
His thoughts were causing woe.

He spoke and this he told me,
In a mood of reverie;
''I hope the things I've said or done
Will merit memory.

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