It's Spring; young mens fancies turn
to parties, fast women, fast cars.
Older men tend the garden and then
a quick drink with a mate at a bar.
Youngsters are busy all hours of the night
for tomorrow not a thought or a care.
Us oldies watch Tele as soon as its dark
then shower and wash our grey hair.
It's summer and kids are all at the beach
swimming or just lying around.
Elderly folk like a chair in the shade
quiet music with soft mellow sounds.
As autumn shows all its wonderful hues
the young ones are still at top speed.
We have been there some time ago
Tranquility's now all that we need.
When winter comes it changes naught
Parties are still all the rage.
Grey heads just watch the daisies grow
Take the paper and read every page.
The old will pass on when their number's up
The young will be older by then
doing the things their parents had done
And the cycle will start once again.
Author notes
Life is a continuing cycle of which we all are a part, whether we like it, or not. Mother Nature will have her way.
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Yeah the cycle of life.Very interesting thought here.
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Hi Susan, I am one of the oldies now but can still understand how it was when I was young. Oh, to be young again. thanks for your comments and thoughts.
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Lovely poem about the turning circle of life. At least you have a life of memories to savour, Bob, both sweet and bitter, and a home and partner to share the paper, and the daisies, with.
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True Mercedes, I do have a lifetime of memories to savour. Some I never mention for they are filed in the bottom shelf of my personal archives. To remember them only brings pain and serves no useful purpose at all. I am fortunate in that, having served my time in the salt mines, I can look forward to a contented old age with a loving partner. Many thanks for your supportive comments.
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Touche' - I used to think my folks were old fuddy duddies and now here I am. Clever write Bob you hit the nail square on the head.
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Thanks David, we are a part of the everlasting cycle. I am now one of the old fuddy duddies you speak of, what's more, I'm loving it.
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Oi, I feel like I am old already then! A comfort it is to sit and watch the unset, and read a paper with a warm cuppa. This was such a comforting read for me, reminded me of my parents somewhat.
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I heard of a young man who was in all sorts of trouble, I knew this man. Over a couple of years he changed from one of the local hoons into a more or less decent citizen. He simply grew up. That was the core of the poem. I am already old and remember all the wild things i did once upon a time, and what I do now. The poem is simply a reflection of the normal changes we make as we go through life. Thank you for your kind comments.
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Yep! Everyone gets a turn if they live long enough.
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We do. don't we. I am old now, but I have an excellent memory of the sometimes wild and exciting days of my youth. I try to understand where the young ones are coming from when there is abit of a hassle going on.
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Excellent! You are so right where this is all concerned. I look at the youngins today and smile sometimes thinking, yeah, i was carefree once and life was just one big funpark. Now, like you said, i just wanna sit and relax as much as possible. (listen to me - 52 and old) Well, i feel it with all my medical problems. How you manage to keep coming up with such excellent stuff is beyond me. I am mostly relying on old writes i have had for years. You are certainly a master. No wonder everyone i see here loves your work. Sorry, Bob. I know you are looking for some ideas on correcting this, but it isn't going to happen. Your write is too good.
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Old age comes at various times in life for different people. I know I'm old because I have a good memory and the things I remember often happened a long time ago. My Mother said, you are as old as you feel, she was right.
The cycle is continuous, has been since time began. We can't change that. so we better get used to it. I am flattered by your kind and generous comments.
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Mother Nature will indeed have her way and there isn't a thing we can do but enjoy the ride
Very well penned, wise words of wisdom. I enjoyed the read. Thanks for sharing
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Hi Lulie, glad you enjoyed the poem. The truth of the matter is that the young will grow old and take the place of old guys like me. Let them have their fun while their young bodies can cope with it. Many thanks for commenting.
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Bob
Always words of wisdom just pour from your pen. and the reader is wiser because if that.
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Well Bob, I remember when I was young and the oldies were always giving advice to me except one. An old man who lived alone and was grandad to heaps of kids. He said, enjoy your youth, you will be old one day.
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A reflective look at the cycle of life. I liked this alot, but at the same time writes like this make me feel sad. One thing I felt out of place was the line "Grey heads just watch the daisies grow" as this doesn't relate as well to the "winter" stanza and would be more suited to spring. Other than that, I enjoyed it...alby
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Alby, I thought of the daisies in spring but we have everlasting daisies and they are about all there is in winter, hence the winter stanza. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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Well then it is true to what you see and that is the main thing...alby
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