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1  Books / Poetry / Re: Poetry on: December 21, 2017, 01:24:12 PM
I Am Aged

I am aged, by common definition I suppose.
Steely grey hair, fringed 'round a bald pate,
Running to curls in back; I wish it were snowy white.

I get along with a cane, and take my Tylenol regularly --
Arthritis is a bitch -- helped along internally now
By pacemaker and four cardiac stents.

My hearing is shot, but my eyes are still perfect,
Courtesy of the cataract operation of course, but
Still seeing keenly, as young as ever, reality in all its wonder.

I have lived through an Age, of benevolent Government,
From FDR onward: New Deal, Fair Deal, Great Society;
And now see its end in the new administration.

So my children will live with it, my grandchildren normalize it,
As times have changed forever, and I will become
A crotchety Ancient, remembering, complaining,
Fulfilling my role.

Crp
Dec 21, 2017




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