Poem -
Slowing Down
My gait is much slower
My memory's shot
The hair on my beano
Is thinning a lot
Now starting to notice
These things that occur
On a near daily basis
Pretty normal I'm sure
But seeing that this
Is my first time around
Each day's like no other
But exciting I've found
Hope I've still got some
Happy days up ahead
Winding up in a home
Is something I dread
But I'll still write poetry
Till the day I keel over
My life's been amazing
Not one complaint ever
Feel so damn fortunate
To have lived my life free
A shining example of
What life oughta be!
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Comments
one is entitled to slow down.
But one should not stop
Nice write Jack
Thank you, sweet lady!!! Your positive words are very much appreciated! I'm sending you a big smacker... love Happy Jack XOX
Awesome writings from a fine fella
A very nice comment! You have been a friend for a long while... I appreciate your loyalty... thank you, Happy Jack!!!
Jack,. Love your view on life. I bet you have always been a man to look up to! Love, Terry Kay
Terry my dearest!!!! Can't tell you how long I've been waiting for this! Would it be too much to ask to carry on, just you and me? I'll pay big dollars! LOL You have no idea! How did your house building go BTW?
Terry my love, PLEASE say we'll continue to chat... I will be over the moon (well not really... way too far! Also just turned a young 84)
Terry my love, missed you a big bunch! PLEASE SAY YES!!!!!!!!!! Tons of love and stuff, Happy Jack XOX
Well... in principle I want to say that, even if the poet walks slower and even if he has to get stuffed to dress Santa Claus, I am pleased to know that he is still alive and composing poems. I believe the poet when he says that his life has been good and that he has been happy and uses his freedoms, that and his nobility is the only thing he will take when he gets out of here, and they will also be his signs of identification in their later lives.
A strong hug, and I look forward to your 2020 poems.