Gulliver Gimble

Stronger, Faster, Younger - Poem by Gulliver Gimble

Stronger, Faster, Younger.
In my prime of life.
No use for strife.
More need for a wife.

Stronger, Faster, Younger.
When the day was long.
Not knowing right from wrong.
Singing a working mans song.

Stronger, Faster, Younger.
My midlife crisis will pass.
Winter brown on dead grass.
Retirement just out of grasp.

Weaker, Slower, Older.
I was given a slip today.
More so to just go away.
Silver hair a dull grey.

Weaker, Slower, Older.
No more working mans hunger.
Replaced like lightning to thunder.
By someone Stronger, Faster, Younger.

Comments about Stronger, Faster, Younger by Gulliver Gimble

  • (10/23/2006 2:10:00 AM)

    The cycle of to be older doesn't it...especcially when the mind tells you that you aren't...I can relate to this.
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  • Brian Dorn (4/26/2006 7:11:00 PM)

    Steve, good write... especially the ending! Nobody likes to be replaced... if only we could be stronger, faster, older...
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 26, 2006

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