Well, I’ve decided to take a new twist here over the next couple of days. I’ve got a binder full of poems that I wrote when I was in high school. I was hoping to find one that I wrote back in 7th grade, but I can’t find it. What I’ve decided to do though is post some of them up here for people to read. Many of these actually have dates, so whenever possible I’m going to include them. If I can find my charger for my good old Braille ‘N Speak I may even have a couple more. Anyway, here’s the first installment.
The poem I’ve picked for my first entry was written my senior year of high school. For my sociology class we had a unit on aging and we were given an assignment to write a poem about aging. I don’t remember the specifics, but I remember that I wanted to do something more on the funny side. This one got read in front of the entire class, much to my utter embarrassment. Here goes:
OLD AGE IS EASY
Old age is a wonderful time,
With its laid-back days and old-aged wine.
I sit here by my window,
And watch the days go by.I’ve always believed that old age is a snap,
No groans, no creaks, and no cracks in my back.
During my days there’s no work to be done,
So I just sit back and enjoy the sun.My children are gone, (Oh what a relief),
But when they do come to visit their stay is quite brief.
With all of their children; those darling things,
It just brightens my day when that little one sings.Each month I look forward to the check I receive,
Old-age pension from those government teams.
And the money I get goes right to the bank,
Since the car in the driveway only starts with a crank.The TV is nice as it blares “The Young and the Restless”,
But of course I only watch when I’m in bed with a late breakfast.
The TV is company I’m happy to say,
As Oprah and Regis come my way.At noon three days a week,
I venture outside and walk up the street.
I visit my neighbor in her feeble condition,
“Old age is great!” I say with conviction.During the week Meals on Wheels comes my way,
With enough food to last me for days.
I heat and reheat, and then heat again,
but what I like most are the delivery men.The best thing of all though is nothing money can buy,
Most people laugh and wonder just why.
For the friends that I’ve known and the friends that I’ll have,
There’s no need for sadness, and that’s why I’m glad.Old age is the best part of life,
Without being a mother or somebody’s wife.
If I had to do it over again,
The only thing I’d change would be where and when.(Written March 20, 2005.)
