One of the hardest parts
of growing old
is that, instead of telling,
you’re being toId ...
what to wear,
what to eat,
where to go,
whom to meet.
Your get-up-and-go
seems to have got-up-and-went
for, though once erect,
you're now slightly bent.
You read the paper,
the ‘Deaths’ and the rest;
will you survive
that pain in your chest?
What you need is a goal
for which to strive,
a goal that will help
to keep you alive;
will make you ignore '
your shortness of breath,
and make you forget
your appointment with Death.
Maybe if you show him
you’re not ready yet,
he'll pass by for the moment,
might even forget,
as he makes for the place
where they sharpen his scythe
while you make the most
of staying alive!
A contest entry
- 1000 points: The Grim Reaper by Lj-.
1000 points, ended February 2, 2007, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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all we can do is make the best of the moments we have left. Excellent poem good luck in the contest
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I like this a lot! Your use of rhyme was great.
I really liked how you asked:
"Will you survive
that pain in your chest?"
Thank you for entering,
Best of Luck! -
Very Good
I like your style
This growing old business is just not as much fun as I thought it would be
I like the rhyme and fast paced rhythem. Lines #9 and #10 seem maybe just a tad cliche, but still funny
the first eight lines are my favorite, because they are so ironically true. Our kids are woried about us now, LOL! Also, the ending is sassy and smart. Best wishes in the contest!
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