Prayer of the Baby Boomers

 

When I look into the mirror
Each morning after dawn
To peruse the wrinkled skin
And slack musculature drawn,
When I snore upon the couch
Before flashing TV screen
To be woken by my sweetheart
For a dinner yet unseen.

There’s an overriding likelihood
That achievements made to date
Will be my lot for evermore....
An admission that I hate!
And the scent of hot seduction
Though a feature of my youth,
Shall be confined to flash of fantasy
Amidst pains in nagging tooth.

Enduring twinge of aching joints
To the whistling in the ears
And the apnoea of sleeplessness
Which just consolidates the fears.
Homeopathy has promise
To the happy road to health
But pharmaceuticals are farming 
For my meagre worldly wealth.

Though the promise of the afterlife
Which held aloft on high,
Presents a gaggle of good churches 
Who will proffer you the sky.
Best to form your own religion
With philosophy of POW!
To say" IT’S ALL ABOUT ME, BROTHER"
AND I WANT MY YOUTH BACK NOW!!


Marshalg
Wielding the Gold Card with an impotent flourish
AUCKLAND
25 January 2012

 

Reviews

[Marshal Gebbie]

Sweet Marie... I thank thee for thy comment and support and I venture to say that the dearth of commentry to my poetry lies at the feet of my vintage.
Old b******s just don't have appeal any more...sad, but true.

[Marie]

I can't understand why no one reviewed this. Maybe it's because there are such problems with this site. At any rate, it's certainly a good poem, bunny and to the point.