Approaching the age of ninety three
I surely aint what I used to be
Have lots of aches, lots of pain
Hobble even with my cane
My wife says she can't stand the glare
From my pate for hairs not there
And sadly with or without glasses
Can't see to ogle at the lasses
No longer do I ballroom dance
Just sway in one spot with gasping pants
My wife talks a lot to me every day
Can't hear,say what did you say
At least my smile is still a delight
From a glass on my bureau all through the night.
Author notes
will be 93 in June
In a list
A contest entry
- CONTEST: Getting Old And Decrepit by Edna Sweetlove.
450 points, ended May 28, 2007, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - WINNER TAKE ALL by xXLoveXx.
380 points, ended August 22, 2007, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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wow great write and very well done for any age and gave me a laugh lol
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Congratulation on winning silver.
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Congratulations on the silver trophy - great poem on aging.
Ann -
Well done Billbard, if you really are 93 in June perhaps you could use your trophy as a spitoon or anything else that captures the imagination. Congrats Val
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This is a lovely poem. If you really are 93, I'd better hurry up and give you a prize in case you peg out on me.
PS typo at end of line 3: pain.
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Love your great sense of humour - your poem is so refreshingly frank about the downside of aging (is there an upside I wonder, apart from the free bus pass!) A very enjoyable read. Best wishes in the contest.
Ann
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Wow, Keep up the poetry, it keeps you young, but then you dont look a day over 85 anyways...
... thanks for the laugh...Scott
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LOL Oh my gosh, I love your poems! You sound just like my grandpa, with your wit. This is so delightful, and that last line is outrageous!
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