Making The Best Of Old AgeA Poem by peter DugganThoughts after two nasty fallsMaking The best Of Old Age
I fall on my a*s, I damage myself My body is aching I feel down on health I guess that's what old age a doing to me This is what happens it brings misery Two days in a row I have fallen down This silly old bugger, he feels like a clown? Once a weight lifter, and bike riding man Me, now I am clumsy, a clumsy old man
But me I can't help it I still love this life Living so grand with a beautiful wife The birds are still singing, the flowers they bloom So all of this pain it gives me no gloom I'll live till I die and I'll do what I can And folk well may call me a clumsy old man But I'll still write my poems, that gives me much joy But now, I'm an old man, no longer a boy
The sun it is shining the birds sing sweet songs As nature is smiling and I know I belong To all of it's beauty, I feel so alive For just to be happy, I always will strive Bring on the illness, and bring on the pain But still a life lover this guy will remain And when my time comes I will dance all the way To where death does take me, Till I come back some day
26 November 2018 © 2018 peter DugganReviews
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