Starts with a title

~

Born on this rock with a diaper and mittens,

hard to the touch but so soft in its feel

Crawling along like a dragon with kittens,

purring out fire, if that could be real

Laid in the sun under cloud cover sharing,

offering thoughts in a dark shade of gray

Promising rain, during drought, oh so daring,

maybe at night but not during the day

Boy, how I laugh when the feathers are flying,

birds in the trees with a song out of tune

I shouldn't talk as I know they are trying,

lyrics of April when really, it's June

Quite the young dudes, hear the juke box, its blasting,

Bowie and Hoople and all of them guys

Burgers and milkshakes, the day everlasting,

teenage delinquents, come on, pass the fries

Racing our cars next to girls even faster,

after the prom there are beers, we can drink

Maybe some gin, if the taste we can master,

let's have a kiss, tell me, what do you think

Walked down the aisle, said I do, made a baby,

started a job, in a manager role

Asked for a raise, heard the boss offer, maybe,

can't make ends meet, it's beyond my control

Buying a house with a fence and a garden,

dinner at five and a two-car garage

Late with the bills, begging off for a pardon,

getting ahead, no, that's just a mirage

Elderly comes with a cane or a walker,

wrinkles amass where my skin was once smooth

Age lurks around like a lost, homeless stalker,

always, it seems. its got something to prove

Bent over, tired and cranky, just yelling,

"Get off the lawn!" oh, I hate those damn kids

They look so young, now the tear drops are swelling,

missing those days, now I've fallen the skids

Confined to bed, an old invalid writing,

pushing a pen with his last ounce of fear  

"Here lies a man who is constantly fighting,

barely can talk and now hardly can hear"

That's when I see it, the medicine table,

next to the pills sits a leather-bound book

Reaching and stretching, I hope I am able,

nearing the end, I must give it a look

Then I recall, as I flip through the pages

line after line, seems like some kind of curse

Life always comes in a few different stages,

starts with a title and ends with a verse

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Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I love ryhme and you've created a gem here from cradle to grave. I gotta admit I'm envious I didn't write this. It was a real fun read and journey you took me on. Wonderful work. CLE

[willweb]

Thank you so much sir.