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age is over-rated

Age is over rated I went from cute and cuddly To terribly two In the flip of a calendar From being inquisitive To being nosey From pre-teen To A TEENAGER Meandered Through the military Into construction And against the Vegas spread Married And became a father AGE That sly bastard Has made me A grandfather And a great grandfather I have taught them all To spit, to curse, To love Even the seemingly Un-lovable Age has slowed me down Stolen my fastball It has not been able To wither my wit Stifle my laughter Or contain my enthusiasm I still laugh Too loud and too often Too frequently at the “wrong” things The children and grandchildren Share their “Papa stories” Most include mud puddles A few scars from the jungle bars H U G E….ice cream sundaes Getting hit by a baseball He threw to show you It wouldn’t hurt that much To get hit by the pitch I may be getting “old” But age had better be ready When I round third Headed for home He’d better be holding the ball With both hands Cuz there will be A collision Before I’m Called… “OUT”

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Date: 5/4/2024 8:40:00 PM
Aw, this should POTD if not POAL, Poem of a Lifetime -- which it already is, John. A classic! Straight into my FAVES. Thanks, Gershon
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Date: 5/4/2024 2:29:00 PM
Wow! A wonderful description of aging and such a touching peek into your relationship with your grandkids. I love the way you’ve ended this, too - a little feistiness (and humor) is what we need at this point in our lives…
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Date: 5/4/2024 1:26:00 PM
Brilliant John…..a wonderful reflective write on ageing and the beauty in life! Debx
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Date: 5/4/2024 12:18:00 PM
Hello John, your reflection on age is a celebration of a life fully lived, marked by moments of joy, laughter, and love. From cute and cuddly beginnings to the wisdom of grandfatherhood, your journey embodies resilience and vitality. Age may slow us down physically, but it can never dim the brightness of our spirit or the depth of our laughter. Your zest for life shines through in every word. Keep rounding those bases, John, and never stop swinging for the fences. Blessings, Daniel.
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Date: 5/4/2024 10:14:00 AM
As an elder person, I can relate to you poem. In fact, I did not realize I was part of anyone's growing up memories until my 35 year old niece shared a memory she had that included me. Made me cry, do did your poem!
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Date: 5/4/2024 6:40:00 AM
John, I had no clue how emotional your lines would have me feeling by the time you were taking a lead off third base. This is one of my favorites of yours ever posted. It captures many sides of John Lawless, and I love all of them. Hugs and a fave from me on this one! You stay away from home plate for many more years because PS wouldn't be the same without you.
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