Stronger, Faster, Younger Poem by Gulliver Gimble

Stronger, Faster, Younger



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 OF THE POEM
Dee Daffodil 23 October 2006

The cycle of life...sucks to be older doesn't it...especcially when the mind tells you that you aren't...I can relate to this. Hugs, Dee

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Brian Dorn 26 April 2006

Steve, good write... especially the ending! Nobody likes to be replaced... if only we could be stronger, faster, older... Brian

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