Saturday, June 19, 2010

Weak and Watery

WEAK AND WATERY!

A wintry day, with threatening clouds.
The city bathed in gloom.
The sun attempting fragile shine
Begging for equal room.
The barest reflection of a gleam
On the water there below!
The sun admits, on reflection,
'It's not much of a show!'
Sadly he packs his bags and leaves.
He'll stay in bed all day!
Down comes the rain! The clouds have won!
The triumph of the grey!
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From 'About Seniors' Magazine


RAINBOW WARRIORS

How old age has changed! How it's different now!
The elderly on life's stage! Baby take a bow!
I recall my grandmother, younger, far, than I,
Dressed in black from head to foot, no longer fleet and spry.
Not that I could parade around in the outfits on this page!
Such were never the younger 'me'; it's got nothing to do with age.
But how I admire their attitude, and their relationship too!
Still, after what may be many years, a very definite 'two'.
We find the young a mystery; and that's how they find us;
They mock our taste in music and our passes for the bus.
But here's to our Second Childhood! What a time of freedom it is!
Open up the champagne and fizz, fizz, fizz!
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1 comment:

awarewriter said...

Nice shot and another good poem. The gray doesn't always win though.