'You'Re Old' Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I'm through with staging...
My aging.
It seems to have come,
To leave me stunned and numbed.

I'm through with aging,
To leave me dazed...
In disbelief,
The speeding done with quickness...
And the notice it leaves.

I'm through with staging...
My aging.
It seems to have come,
To leave me stunned and numbed.
And...on certain days.

Unsolicited advice...
I give.
As if I've lived a life already experienced.

Opinions come out from my mouth,
To drop and not stop.
With a doing to let people know I'm old.

'You're old! '

I know.
Does it show?

Opinions come out from my mouth,
To drop and not stop.
With a doing to let people know I'm old.

Unsolicited advice...
I give.
As if I've lived a life already experienced.

'You're old! '

I know.
Does it show?

I'm through with aging,
To leave me dazed...
In disbelief,
The speeding done with quickness...
And the notice it leaves.

'You're old! '

I know.
Does it show?

I'm through with staging...
My aging.
It seems to have come,
To leave me stunned and numbed.
And...on certain days.

'You're old! '

I know.