Being Seventy Two Poem by jerry hughes
Being Seventy Two
Des, what time is it?
Seventy two.
Not your age you silly bugger;
What's the right time?
It's never the right time when
you're seventy two.
Jasus, I give up...
And so you should.
Should what?
Give up asking people the time
when they're seventy-two.
This made me smile jerry, you've captured a lot in this slice of life piece. Sometimes I think we should just cancel time...jz
jerry - Very cute, but would be confusing to many of my neighbors, See my poem, 'The Secret of Old Age'. Best wishes - Cheryl
Never give up asking people the time. Now, this is a witty, cute-funny vignette, and I love it. The time exists for us to ask it. Put it in it's proper place. Great! xxElysabeth
AMUSING.......really amusing..... humor in poetry to shove loneliness away piece that makes one giggles...i can just imagine me reaching seventy-two.... 10++++++++++++++
Just so. Time out, already! (and I am only 64 as of yesterday) . P.S. I wonder what Allie thinks of T McH's comment.
stimulating humour. i cannot comprehend what being 72 felt like.
Be grateful for the little things.... wouldn't it be worse were you asking, Seventy Who? ? Amused and amazed as usual Jerry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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