MY POETRY

When I first retired I was looking around for things to do, the following are my efforts at writing poetry

GETTING OLD

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.

J.K.W.

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."

J.K.W.