Kim Barney


I Really Miss It - Poem by Kim Barney

I would like to have my hair back.
It once was thick and nearly black.
Now it is thin and almost white,
Bald spot reflecting lots of light.

On something else my thinking lingers:
I'd like to have all of my fingers!
I once had ten, and that was great.
Now they have been reduced to eight
And two-thirds. And, though it's hard to tell,
My manhood seems decreased as well.

My eyesight once was twenty-twenty
And now it has diminished plenty!
My ears are failing; fate's unkind,
But most of all I miss my mind!

Topic(s) of this poem: hair, health, hearing, life

Form: Sonnet


Poet's Notes about The Poem

To see how I lost my fingers, read my poem BIG BANG MEMORY.

Of all the things I've lost,
I miss my mind the most.

10 December 2015

Comments about I Really Miss It by Kim Barney

  • Bri Edwards (12/2/2016 8:18:00 PM)


    the photo rocks my boat. where can i find those two gals? ? ? you say what about the guy in the photo?

    WHAT guy?
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    great poems inspire me to greatness!

    Yours goes to MyPoemList. mine shall just hang out here on your poem page.

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    REPLACEMENTS

    For hair that's greying or hair that's even GONE,
    I'm raising hair plugs in my home's back lawn.
    Yellow, brown, or red, and ALL have a great sheen,
    and if you insist i've got lots that's routine-green.

    As for replacing the digits which you have lost,
    i've got replacements for those also; they will COST....
    an arm and a leg.
    But if you don't insist on fingers made out of flesh,
    i can carve, from maple tree branches (always fresh) .....
    wooden pegs.

    As for a flagging manhood which seems to be furled,
    i've got the best damn solution in the whole damn world.
    There's a young adult male Chimp in our local petting zoo,
    and if i snip his off, i can transfer it carefully onto....YOU!

    I can better your eyesight but it will cost a grand per 'number'.
    Forget the hearing. Deaf people usually find it easier to slumber....
    at night!
    [and you don't have to hear your spouse, boss, or irate drivers! ]

    Your mind? ? ? Be glad you had one for a while. Forget it now, and just SMILE!

    bri :)
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  • Uzefa Rashida M.a (4/3/2016 2:43:00 PM)


    Your poems Kim are adorable. full of humour, rhyme rhythm and an optimistic outlook towards getting older and you are indeed aging gracefully and you are charming. I enjoy your poems. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (12/14/2015 10:00:00 PM)


    Painful facts painted in humour! As we grow old, our hair turns grey and thin. We lose our eyesight and the sharpness of our ears...... We may also lose our mind and as you feel it is the most deplorable loss. But I wonder how your fingers are reduced from 10 to eight.... I am sure it must have been an accident. But as far as you can look at all these losses with a sense of humour and as part of a natural process, you haven't lost anything! You are still a victor! Interesting poem! (Report) Reply

  • Darwin Henry Beuning (12/12/2015 8:50:00 AM)


    Yes, Kim, I can relate to your poem. But, it helps to be surrounded by good friends and family. (Report) Reply

  • Jayatissa K. Liyanage (12/11/2015 12:01:00 AM)


    It's nothing, but nature. Nice to view patiently how things happen, as they happen, but not to repent on what is lost. Nice write! Enjoyed reading. (Report) Reply

  • (12/10/2015 10:50:00 PM)


    if you're a woman, Kim, truly your mind is missing; well, it's a man's (Report) Reply

  • Alice Perfect (12/10/2015 10:37:00 PM)


    miss my mind?
    Why I forget all about it,
    most of all I just can't seechit!
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 10, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 15, 2015


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