A past gone and fading

She left me for a guy named Fred,

Enough said, enough said.

I want them both buried and dead,

Enough said, enough said.

 

But time has gone on and I have met someone knew,

Forget the past it never would last.

Three babies later and my heart is still aflame,

Forget the pains and look to the future to stay sane.

 

Now it is old age and my  hair is grey,

Keeping the days alive with shades of suns rays,

For it all matters little when you look at the past,

It is today that counts and these days are the last.

Getting old

Where once there was the smooth baby face, there now were chiseled lines,

Connected in a pattern, like the roads on a map, they were deep and some relined.

The brow was the worse for the hair had receded upwards and there was that bald spot,

Where once there was a lot of hair, a mop, now there was skin showed a lot.

 

The body stooped slightly and the gait of the walk was a little on the slow side,

The age of the man was great, many years had he, his body evidence of the hard ride.

Wrinkles and scars were on his body and the height was smaller than before,

His hands had that alligator look, lines aplenty and there was inside a feeling of the raw.

 

Accolades of the battles of life hung on the wall but dust and spider webs hung on them with age,

This was a man who had lived life fully, a man who in his life turned many a page.

From his loins he had spawn life to continue the cycle of his kind,

Proud of his children and the children they had he saw that life goes around.

 

His wife had spent the best part of her life watching over him and stood with him through thick and thin,

They had a life of Riley, some good and some not so good, but with little drama and sin.

A life of living well and now in a different stage,

Not wanting drama, just gentle now, that was the words of the sage.

 

And the desire to make things right, that was foremost on his mind,

But realistically he realized that life will go on, a reflection of his kind.

Getting old and morphing to a new man.

Erosion of time is heavy on the heart,

I believe my body takes longer to start.

I awake in the morning and no longer pop out of bed,

At least I awaken for I would hate to be found dead.

The eyes adjust slower and my pace is slower than hell,

I do go to the bathroom to sprinkle into the well.

I look into the mirror and see an old man reflected,

It takes my brain to reconcile that that is me, I reckon.

I dress but no longer for success for I have retired from the rat race,

I no longer care about if my socks match, or if my shoes are laced.

I get coffee and drink it for now the day is in motion and I am set.

I have no more papers to grade, no more due dates to be met.

And so the main things in life are things that are normal and do not cause strife.

Lunch and dinner became a main stay, taking a nap became the order of the day.

So back to work I go for boredom is bad and I wish to avoid it,

I now work at LEGOLAND, Florida, where I see children smile and slow aging a bit.

Am I happy to go back to work and the routine?

To a point yes, activity and exercise in a spectacular scene.

A beauty park, children with a smile,

I hope to continue for quite a while.

Old age and Love

Mirror, mirror on the wall, we look at ourselves more and more.

We see slight changes as time moves on, there are wrinkles on my face, like an old apple core.

My hair is mostly gone and I look like Friar Tuck from Robin Hood,

Maybe I should hide in the forest, maybe Merry Ole England, in Sherwood.

 

My teeth were rotten and dentures took their place,

I am look like an alien from a distant planet, from outer space.

I am shorter now, at least half an inch I know that sounds crazy for sure,

My pure body of the past is has been filled with crap and is no longer pure.

 

My moustache has changed its color from brown with red highlights to white stubble,

I am a miniature version of the cartoon character from the Flintstones, Barney Rubble.

Age has had its way with me and there are groans and aches,

I look at the mirror at times and wonder and go back for double takes.

 

But my wife stuck by me, with all the changes and ups and downs,

The times when I acted like a wise man and the times when I acted like a clown.

She too has aged but in a good way and her black hair is now white,

But to me she is still my sweetheart and in the morning my first smiled sight.

Getting old?

Erosion of time is heavy on the heart,

I believe my body takes longer to start.

I awake in the morning and no longer pop out of bed,

At least I awaken for I would hate to be found dead.

 

The eyes adjust slower and my pace is slower than hell,

I do go to the bathroom to sprinkle into the well.

I look into the mirror and see an old man reflected,

It takes my brain to reconcile  that is me I reckon.

 

I dress but no longer for success for I have retired from the rat race,

I no longer care about if my socks match, or if my shoes are laced.

I get coffee and drink it for now the day is in motion and I am set.

I have no more papers to grade, no more due dates to be met.

 

And so the main things in life are things that are normal and do not cause strife.

Lunch and dinner became a main stay, taking a nap became the order of the day.

 

So back to work I go for boredom is bad and I wish to avoid it,

I now work at LEGOLAND, Florida, where I see children smile and slow aging a bit.

Old age

There are some things that have to be broken. An egg or the dawn. But why my fragile ego is a soaking?

 

I was born with perfect skin and a handsome face, in the old days a man of impeccable grace.

 

But age as withered me and made me a mass of wrinkles and flabby skin, this was not the body I was originally in.

 

My mind is still quick although there is so much to remember, like my birthday is somewhere in December.

 

I have a wife and she reminds me to be true, she strangles my neck if I look at a beautiful view.

 

I got a car, I think it is red, all I know is I pay the monthly freight on it until I am dead.

 

The house will never be mine and as time goes by it falls apart. The roof is a leaking, need a new kitchen floor and that is just the start.

 

I got bored with retirement, so I went to work at an amusement park. See the kids with smiles on their faces is a lark.

 

All in all, I guess I will take what I got and stop watching the clock. It is just old age is such a shock.

 

Over the Rainbow

Yesterday was a day for me to remember. I had the day off from LEGOLAND and was about to enjoy it. Then I got a phone call asking me to come in. The shift will start as soon as you get here and congrads you need to go to training afterwards so you will be staying to eight thirty. Hard to say no when you have been given the honor of advancement so I said yes.

But wait. At the door before I left is our neighbor from five houses down. She is a nice lady of eighty three. She is confused and upset. She is invited in and confides in us she is in danger. The first clue is while she is talking her eyes are closed. The second clue is she is repeating the same thing over and over. She is in the clutches of a problem. We call her daughter who comes and takes her away.

Sad. Oh, so sad. This woman was an anthropologist who was learned and bright. She just recently went to Madagascar to see the lemurs. She took pictures and showed them to us. Now, she is over the rainbow and it is sad. It reminds me of Ronald Reagan. A president who had met people from all over the world, did policies that affected the country and was a success in so many things. At the end of his days he fed the squirrels.

This is the downside of life. Since technology lets us live to riper old ages we are now faced with the deterioration of the mind. Slowly we lose our brightness and the stars fade. We see things differently and we act strangely. Oh, so sad.

Getting and Achiving Getting Old

How did we get old, where did it start, I remember when was just in school,

I was just a little tot, and I studied all the lessons taught and all the golden rule.

I became a college student purely by accident, just at the start of a conflict called Nam,

Meet my wife through the mail and in a few years along came Sam.

Then two more to flush out a family of five, worked my ass off and a living did I strive,

But true wealth never came my way, although I still look at the lotto to save the day.

I taught in Florida for over forty years,

Most in middle school, some college, looking back some joy, few tears.

We had houses and cars, and went on trips to the Rockies and points further west,

I liked some states but we settled in Florida because we liked it best.

In politics I stayed on a low profile because I work the elections watching the voting,

Interesting to watch the public exercising their rights and agendas they are promoting.

I work in Lego Land for a retirement job it is a lot of fun,

I like it for I watch the kids as they enjoy themselves by the ton.

Any regrets, maybe a moment or two, but my life has been a vivid shade of blue,

But the one thing that I notice and it is telling to say the least, is that time flew.

Getting old.

There are some things that have to be broken. An egg or the dawn. But why my fragile ego is a soaking?

I was born with perfect skin and a handsome face, in the old days a man of impeccable grace.

But age as withered me and made me a mass of wrinkles and flabby skin, this was not the body I was originally in.

My mind is still quick although there is so much to remember, like my birthday is somewhere in December.

I have a wife and she reminds me to be true, she strangles my neck if I look at a beautiful view.

I got a car, I think it is red, all I know is I pay the monthly freight on it until I am dead.

The house will never be mine and as time goes by it falls apart. The roof is a leaking, need a new kitchen floor and that is just the start.

I got bored with retirement, so I went to work at a amusement park. See the children with smiles on their faces is a lark.

All in all, I guess I will take what I got and stop watching the clock. It is just old age is such a shock.