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When I first retired I was looking around for things to do, the following are my efforts at writing poetry
When I was a lad in summer
The weather was perfect
Rarely ever bad.
Some days the rain did fall, a little
Warm stuff quite pleasant
Hardly wet at all.
The length of the day was fine,it seemed
They were forever
An ideal span of time.
The summer days are cold, now
The rain is wetter
Days get shorter,
Memories fade. I fear
I am getting old.
A GRAND NEW WORLD
I close my eyes put up my feet
Settle back comfy in my seat
Set my wild imagination free
And hope a brand new world to see.
No cruel sadness crime or pain
Spoil the scene for which I yearn
Great gladness all around abounds
Beautiful sights sweet lovely sounds.
If everyone would just take time
To conjure up visions such as mine
I'm sure their ways they would amend
And this sick world could then ascend
To greater levels in my esteem
Not just when I sit and dream.
J. K. W.
BE Your Age
The Doctor says im killing myself
I'm worried I must admit
A hopeless case a degenerate
Won't try to keep myself fit.
I smoke and drink and eat to much
Quite a ladies man
When I meet a girl
I give her a whirl
Sometimes twice, if I can.
My family nags, they are getting mad
"It's got to stop" they say
"Be your age and settle down
Next Tuesdays your ninetieth birthday."
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