In the mirror I'm shocked to see
An old man stares back at me.
Hair sparse White and thin
...
There is kindness in your smile,
A promise of things to come
A hint of 'in a while
We will dance to a different drum'
...
Inside I'm dancing!
In a quiet shadow of time,
memories gather like dust where old men sit,
...
In this life we are all a little bit broken
Grief transforms from torrent to flood, then to soft rain
to wash away things we were not meant to carry,
And all is reborn again,
...
time has taken my youthful Zest,
And in its place left age
and decay.
Experience has bent and shaped this frame into a stronger man.
...
Today i am your enemy.
But you used to be my child.
And where once lived love
indifference now resides
...
I stare vacantly and observe,
my world,
it's falling apart,
and I can only stare and witness,
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The banality of evil
When we surrender the act of thinking
We lower the bar to morality,
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Growing up, nurtured on the diet of happy endings.
Only to discover the bitter aftertaste of life's realities,
To learn life's cruellest lessons,
our darkest journey may not lead us to the brightest places.
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SAPIENTA UXOR
Worn paths lead to comfort in familiar fading light
Aged bones find wisdom in grey hair
Wrinkles whisper softly
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Deceptions
The heart sighs as silence falls with a deafening calm,
shadowy figures dance macabrely where paths meet to diverge,
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REFLECTIONS
Look into those fading eyes,
Touch the spirit of an old soul,
Witness as it grows Heavy from the weight of loss,
...
Uilliam
I lost my place in the world And Lately
I am more afraid of sleep than dying.
There is no one left to wipe the tears
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Between the pillars of my dreams and Dawns liminal slumber
I lost my place in the world.
My hopes began to fade until I forgot what they were.
My dreams withered and died
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Peace lies hidden in an angry heart
And With Every angry beat you Turn away,
you always do.
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F.T.W.
This World is full of trickery
And people who are greater or lesser than yourself
...
When Apathy took hold
Impulses slowed and became indecision,
Hope, fading like shadows,
retreats from the light of day,
...
Born in 1960 father was an electrician and i was his first shock Hobbies, bad poetry Shoe size 41. Boot size 42 if wearing thick socks. I try to act my shoe-size not my age. Favourite soup beef. Favourite sandwiches ham and cheese. drive a diesel car. Hate kids-but not my own. Huge beard. But lost my hair way to early. age 64ish but of an teenage orientation. Not an electrician. Not a plumber. Not a mechanic. Not an accountant. Never dabble in D.I.Y.. Love being right. But that's a rarity. Occasionally witty, but not a regular occurrence. Neither own or about to purchase a bow tie. Hate cats and hoovering. Had a donkey, it died. Often wonder Do ducks and pheasants hang out during hunting season? All my pets are called after Alcoholic beverages. I Sing Like tame dogs crying at night because the stair gate is closed and they want a cuddle upstairs. My chair never faces the window when I eat sausage rolls. At the cinema I smuggle in my own snacks. Size 5'8 and falling apart. Live on an island but can't swim. My claim to fame Once had a wee beside a famous actor in a pub. Have not eaten an apple in years. Hate public transport Keep the garage door open to let The sun in. Have a lawn mower, dont know how to use it. Love consistency Hate routine. Watch star trek never star wars. Park me car in front of a wall.Can't wear boots when driving. Prefer meat from the supermarket. Sometimes I'm just too exciting for my own good.)
Happy Birthday To Me
In the mirror I'm shocked to see
An old man stares back at me.
Hair sparse White and thin
Covers tired Pallid skin.
Light leaving old eyes
Staring back with sad surprise.
Youth is spent as life grows dim
I turn away rejecting him
Fumbling in an old man's room
Lifting blinds to banish gloom.
Stub my toe. Silent yell
Leaves my lips' Ruddy hell'
In your wildest dream you say
Never thought you would see the day....
'4 score years and three
Happy birthday to me'
You can lead a horse to water but a pencil must be lead
Outside of a dog a book is man's best friend, Inside of a dog it's too dark to read, Groucho
RAISE YOUR GLASS! To the quiet strength that blooms with age, For within the weathered heart lies a universe, And in those eyes, those aged spirits still dance.
Live now, take a chance, Be Not defined by circumstance.
Faded shirt, old boots, and me. all so much older now.
'Sleep child, time for sleep Dream of oaths we never keep'.
elevate the Disenfranchised To question what? And why? and living lies?
Where do we go when we want to sleep ? making promises we never keep, Into the realm of past content Where Lost years lament A youth misspent.
speak with care dear friend For words can wound if they transcend
reject Meretricious souvenirs of a half-lived life. Gathered, while not paying attention