Active And Aging Nonsense Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Mother Nature.
Nor does Father Time.
Offers anyone options,
As to which stage of youth...
Better suits one to stay.
Glowing without it showing,
An aging to do...
Has slowly begun to carve,
That youthful appearance away.
On some to start,
Maybe on a butt once tight.
Or on one's face beginning,
To have that twinkle in their eyes...
Covered by glasses with added bifocals.
And their walk to have had,
A noticeable swagger...
More assisted with a shown limp.
And an unexpected pain.
Coming in the midst,
In a conversation with someone.
While lieing to each other,
About looking as good as they did...
While students still in high school.
Fifty or more years ago!

"I can't believe you have a grandchild! "

-Believe it.-

"Excuse me, sir.
No not you.
The other one.
Sitting next to you.
Yeah. You.
With gray hair and a beard.
Listen to me.
The conversation I am having with my friend,
Has nothing to do with you.
We are having...
An 'A' and 'B' conversation.
'C' your way out of it! "

-So right you are.
But,
My grandfather always ignores me,
Whenever a beautiful woman like yourself...
Comes around.-

"Your 'grandfather'?
And who is your grandfather? "

-The one sharing lies with you.-

"I don't believe this! "

-You?
You should be 'me'.
Waiting for him to finish reminiscing.
Listening to this nonsense.
While he attempts to ignore the fact,
I drove him here to go to the store.
And...
Excuse me.
If...he...wants...a ride back home,
He better hurry up this act.
Or...
He will be left,
On his own.
To 'swagger' back home alone!
I apologize.
With him?
I have learned to go straight to 'D'.
Directly! -