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oh no


When you turn thirty you start to worry



forty you cry all the way through the party



at forty five you look in the mirror



and if you have done your work well



you say what the hell



and begin to enjoy things



ah life is sweet



little grand children



and you decide glasses look cute



perched upon your nose



while reading



love all you can love



give all you can give



little things do not matter so much



life is softer



sweeter some how



take in all you can



life is short takes on a whole new meaning



at 48!



but hey I still have it heads still turn



they are just older heads



omgosh!!



old men are looking at me!


Author notes

I did not know I was old until now.

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  • Griswold
    January 17

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    An excellently funny poem, I see why it won the Gold, and by the way, who you calling an old man!!! Congrats on a well deserved win...Scott


  • BuriedTreasures silver member
    August 21, 2008
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    Congratulations


  • wildfiredreamer
    August 21, 2008

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    Oh My sissy
    no wonder you got gold, I love this
    it is fun to have heads turning again
    old ones, young ones, and even middle aged ones
    maybe I was a little slow cause I am just starting to really enjoy life again.

    Rhonda


  • Melissa Burns
    August 21, 2008
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    Ha! I shoul've known it was you I loved this poem, the ending blew me away and the flow was great! Thanks for entering and always giving me clear choices for my trophies


  • Melissa Burns
    August 9, 2008

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    Very well done! Cleverly written and up lifting Thanks for entering it into my humble little contest


  • CelticQueen
    August 9, 2008

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    Oh, man! Do I identify with this poem, especially your author's notes! I got old this year - one of those birthdays with a zero at the end. The payment for age is grandchildren - and they make it all worth it. celtic queen


  • Olivias Violin
    August 7, 2008
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    "you say what the hell

    and begin to enjoy things" - Great write!


  • playjazz67
    August 7, 2008

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    Age influences men in subtle ways; we well always like to see a good-looling female but wisdom at taught us to appreciate a truly lovely woman, and a woman doesn't happen at age 20


  • Hope Angel silver member
    August 7, 2008
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    Wisdom presented in a funny way. I loved it. Good luck in the contest

  • dillpickle62
    August 7, 2008
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    Hahaha....

    When an old guy can still turn his head he's not that old. No Arther in his neck yet. The ending to your poem is excellently funny. Best wishes in this contest. Oh! PS Checking out hot women is in our male gentic make up. We can't help it, it's a reflective reaction. Even if we try not to look. It still happens.


  • arafura gold member
    August 7, 2008
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    Well us old men gotta look somewhere! Age catches up with all of us. Well done poem!


    • Rheea gold member
      August 7, 2008
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      ha John nice to know . I learned this today I am so behind

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