Four Old Age Poems
"Wish I was a Sparrow" The birds chipper in the garden in the mornings now- hide, and meet one another in the empty spaces- in-between (all the hefty leafage); even play in the homemade birdbath...
others keeping busy feeding their young, and building nests- one after another-with dried up-, older parched leafage.
They chipper away, seemingly without a worry.
Now being in old age, all I wish-is to be sparrow! If only for a day.
No: 2656 (1-3-2010) When we get Old When we get old, like me, we wonder why everyone's angry at everyone else ((at least for a flippant moment now and then)(more then than now)).
It's really not a question- rather a rhetorical statement, and I'm not really looking for the answer, it doesn't matter anymore (perhaps never did, never came to mind until now); nor do I have the time or effort to care all that much, I'd prefer a nice tranquil day in the sun, and let the young one's figure it out, they got to live with it.
No: 2657 (1-3-2010) Josephus the Cat I don't really have a cat but I wrote about one in a story called: "Sheep in the Fog," and I kind of liked him-he gnawed like a rat at Mrs.
Stanley's foot.
He reminded me of William S.
Burroughs, the old Beatnik, he couldn't write a lick but he loved cats-more than he loved people (appearing always angry, never smiling, sad as a dead goat).
Anyhow, what a life, glad-now being in old age-I got to live, and love and smile a little.
If that's all I get at the end, Mr.
Burroughs, it wasn't worth the trip.
No: 2658 (1-3-2010) A Good Wife! Now that I'm old, I've learned there are three things that a woman can offer you: to be a good friend (which goes along with listening to you, being a kind of sidekick); to be a helping and devoted wife, and share your spirituality; to be a good sex partner-and I mean, to be involved in it, not just lay in a trance.
Actually, all these should be part of being a wife.
I ask myself "Why did it take four wives, and over five decades, for me to have to learn that? Perhaps, women are sneakier than I thought: they don't want men to know.
No: 2659 (1-3-2010)
others keeping busy feeding their young, and building nests- one after another-with dried up-, older parched leafage.
They chipper away, seemingly without a worry.
Now being in old age, all I wish-is to be sparrow! If only for a day.
No: 2656 (1-3-2010) When we get Old When we get old, like me, we wonder why everyone's angry at everyone else ((at least for a flippant moment now and then)(more then than now)).
It's really not a question- rather a rhetorical statement, and I'm not really looking for the answer, it doesn't matter anymore (perhaps never did, never came to mind until now); nor do I have the time or effort to care all that much, I'd prefer a nice tranquil day in the sun, and let the young one's figure it out, they got to live with it.
No: 2657 (1-3-2010) Josephus the Cat I don't really have a cat but I wrote about one in a story called: "Sheep in the Fog," and I kind of liked him-he gnawed like a rat at Mrs.
Stanley's foot.
He reminded me of William S.
Burroughs, the old Beatnik, he couldn't write a lick but he loved cats-more than he loved people (appearing always angry, never smiling, sad as a dead goat).
Anyhow, what a life, glad-now being in old age-I got to live, and love and smile a little.
If that's all I get at the end, Mr.
Burroughs, it wasn't worth the trip.
No: 2658 (1-3-2010) A Good Wife! Now that I'm old, I've learned there are three things that a woman can offer you: to be a good friend (which goes along with listening to you, being a kind of sidekick); to be a helping and devoted wife, and share your spirituality; to be a good sex partner-and I mean, to be involved in it, not just lay in a trance.
Actually, all these should be part of being a wife.
I ask myself "Why did it take four wives, and over five decades, for me to have to learn that? Perhaps, women are sneakier than I thought: they don't want men to know.
No: 2659 (1-3-2010)
