Showing posts with label aging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label aging. Show all posts

Sunday, July 23, 2023

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when I was young
I was a baby
I was dependent on everyone

as a young man
I took care of myself
never saw a doctor
tho I was still dependent
as we all are
on the infrastructure
of our society

but now, once again
I can't walk
and depend on others
and what I have to look forward to
I understand all too well
but I understand too
as when I was a baby
my best philosophy:
live for today

Saturday, December 12, 2020

121220c

 

Getting Old Be Like

 
All my retired friends
have gotten so much busier,
they scarcely have time
to turn around.

I'm not retired at all,
and I hardly have time
to delete spam,
much less shift my weight.

At this point,
I don't dare retire:
when would I eat,
or even breathe?

Saturday, February 29, 2020

022920c


she don’t ride much now
hood’s a faded pink
hair snow white
her woodsman a decade gone

still she keeps a loaded 9 mil
under the pillow
you never know who
might come calling

Thursday, October 17, 2019

101719c


chronobus stuck in reverse
how young everyone looks
in their ill-fitting clothes
does the driver
even have his license yet?
I'd better jump out
while I still can
my birthday's coming up!

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Saturday, December 30, 2017

123017c


untitled*



tiny checker

looks 12 years old
but you can’t work at 12

portrait in her attic
shriveled and gray
blanketed in dust




*A cherita.

Monday, November 6, 2017

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

060617c



Tomorrow, our youngest is coming to visit; oh, won't it be joyful! (As the song says.)

still wondering when
I will start to feel old
not today

Friday, May 12, 2017

051217



Putting old eggs out to pasture


Eh, what? HD asked,
trumpet stuck in ear;
he seemed bewildered,
as if imagining
toast, crisp rashers,
bygone beauties on the side,
sunny sides up,
draperies glistening
in the morning sun.

He's off his game, Benedict
whispered—then slipped
back into his shell.
We have safe places
set aside to effectuate
our absolution,
or so I believe,
slapping buttermilk disks
griddle-ward,
refracturing the Royal fast.

This must be some kind of mis-
began the soft-boiled prevarication
-communication, your lingo
c a b e
s r m l d
came the reply,
too easy,
over the good-egg
network. It's down
to this:

HD's insurance ran out
just when doctors were about to try
a revolutionary
new glue.



Star*line, 2011

Sunday, March 5, 2017

030517



buying more cases
     the strategy of youth
piling up the books
     we do in middle age
you know you're getting old
     when you give the books away
despair
     the residue still doesn't fit
wisdom
     who gives a fuck

Thursday, December 22, 2016

122216b



Our Kids


One cat is getting old
still serene and aloof
but now he wants his back scratched
and he can't jump
to the top of the 8 foot post
from a standing start
or any kind of start

The other cat
no longer gives us a wide birth
allows us to scratch
but not her belly
she claims the bed
all of it
though she's no wider than a boot

The dog ignores both of them
cats don't matter
food, walks, and mom
nothing else matters

Saturday, November 19, 2016

Saturday, September 24, 2016

092416


Your pages' curled edges
flying before a hot wind
blowing steady from tomorrow
look back! Can you see the shore?

Monday, August 15, 2016

081516b


Clean bill of health from the eye doctor Friday. He still doesn't understand why my vision is as good as it always was. Even though I have a wrinkled retina. Although that's not really what's happening. Vision in my left eye sucks, but if I turn my head right and wait a couple of seconds, everything becomes clear. It stays clear as long as I don't change my focus. Sometimes I have to wait longer than others, but so far it always works. I can't be the first person this ever happened to.

Around here, people would say I'm blessed. I find that amusing.

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

062816b


Meals on Drones


Flying in low, dodging kudzu,
Fooled, sometimes, by inaccurate maps,
Faulty instructions:
"Left" when it should have been "right"
But the meals come in hot;
Good Southern cooking,
With lots of gravy,
And all the green colors muted.

Just like the good old days
When volunteers drove to your door,
But the drones don't say "hi",
Or "hot day today, isn't it."
Surely the programmers could work that in
With the next upgrade.

Sunday, May 8, 2016

Saturday, November 14, 2015

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Scratched my cornea. Couldn't read for a few days.


easier to read
when you know what's written
easier to hear
when you know what's said
Gramp always says the same things
Don't matter Gram's deaf