Old Age Poems

The old fart (alter cocker) shuffle

as one fairly long run on sentence
unwittingly made locally famous 
courtesy residents here at 
Highland Manor Apartments
as first one foot...

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from a big family
living to a ripe old age
lots of funerals...

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Breath(less)

it happens every day
	all day         without thought
we breathe

life-giving oxygen
 sustaining our organs     ...

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Jack sits in the wheelchair in the grass
a rebel nerd, he thinks of the time
when he cycled up Teton Pass
by a stream through walls of...

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I'm currently 13 and the only thing that makes sense is sadness
So, to cope I like to hear melodies caress my ears because I'm too...

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Most are familiar with the stereotype of "an older woman who constantly gripes".
We seldom here about "the older man complainer", in spite of the fact
many...

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Looking at My Hands
By - Roger White
Pallid skin, once luminescent, now brown and stained like husks.
Gaunt fingers, once straight, now gnarled and twisted like twigs.
I...

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My plate is always piled
yet my fork has nothing on it,
beamed up by sensory overload
onto a different culinary planet.
Please don’t think me rude
for leaving most...

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Sykehus 

The old hospital in the town center 
stark and unpainted
Dotted about in the near vicinity 
Funeral homes look like pearls 
around an elderly lady's neck  
at every election cycle...

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"I'm going down to the river gonna take me my rocking chair
Going down to the river gonna take me my rocking chair
And if those blues...

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Repeating lies 
That’s juvenile 
Behaviour from the soul 
Be assured 
The smiles formerly the goal 
Evil eyes obscured 
Expect excuses but the reality’s my own...

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Growing older is a carousel  
of highs and lows, each spin a memory, each turn a change.  
It’s the morning ache in places...

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Body is aching 
cold sets in the arthritis 
getting old is hard...

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Every once I try to see you, 
I am in a rush and say ,,thank you".
Not realizing the smell nor the memories.
But I remember being...

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Oh Mondseer: the muck cob brie muenster saga..., 

crafted when Wallace and Gromit 
returned from their trip to the moon, 
which I can prov-olone huck...

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