I pray you, do not trample on my dreams. Though you may only see this mortal shell, A frail thing of flesh; this outward reality, Is of no greater substance than the air, Masking the real truth that lies within From the unperceptive gaze of the worl...
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Old age Stories
Nights Such As This
An old man remembers his first loveIt’s on summer nights such as this That I remember so clearly; Sitting in my chair in silence As the daylight fades from the sky And the soft air folds about me Like a soothing blanket of peace. It’s on gentle nights such as this That I remember so clea...
Memories Of First Love
An old man remembers his first loveStanding on the cliff edge early on that spring mornHe watched the sun rise over the rim of the world,Painting the cliffs golden in the clear light of dawn.How he envied the sea birds who with wings unfurledLeft their craggy roosts to soar up into the sky...
I am fast approaching the age,— the biblical allocation of three score years and ten,(Although modern medicine means it should be re-evaluated),When my thoughts increasingly turn to the future,And what it might hold before the inevitability of death,— an...
Love in Old Age
Reflections on my twilight yearsI pray you, do not trample on my dreams. Though you may only see this outer shell, A frail thing of flesh; this outward reality, Is of no greater substance than the air,Masking the real truth that lies withinFrom the unperceptive gaze of the world,Blinded...
Jean and I shareThe same visionThe same king.I don't know if old ageOr a family will be granted me,Or if my heart will pour out on the groundIn the great clashWhich will soon be upon us once again.
When We Get Old
How much have we changed by the time we get old?What if we change What if we stop being us Will we still want us? When we get old… What if I change What if I can’t smile anymore Will you help me smile? When we get old… What if you change What if you stop loving me Will I still love you? When we get old...
Golden Years
Tongue in cheek poke at getting old.I have heard it said, that at my age life is golden.What was meant when these words were spoken? Reaching this time of life, I find to be anything but golden.Old age leaving my body less flexible and somewhat broken. My mind plays tricks, telling me I am...
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The Birthday Party
An aging woman throws a birthday party for her husband...She did this every year, so the call came as no surprise. In fact, I had been expecting it for the last few days. The only surprise was that it took so long. I was sitting with my wife having our coffee after dinner when the phone rang. As I got up to ans...