
Soon I’d be three scores and a dime
But surely that’s no crime
Just have to alter my paradigm
Find newer ways to spend my time!
Years ago, I’d walk eight miles or so
Now I can do a couple, walking slow
Every muscle would hurt, head to toe
Spent, exhausted, can’t take no mo’
Quite a savvy driver I used to be
Eighty miles an hour I fly, feeling free
But reflexes slower, I’d likely hit a tree
Or find myself in the bottom of the sea
When young, my memory’s photographic
Now all I remember, things photogenic
Still I know lyrics to my favorite music
If ever I forget those, it’ll be tragic!
Well, soon I’d be three scores and a dime
So I need newer ways to while the time
Maybe write tall tales in verses that rhyme
Brag about the days when in my prime!
Yes, it’s been a beautiful life after all
It’ll even be better as autumn leaves fall
And I’m preparing myself for winter’s call
Writing verses about things great and small!
10-31-2016
© Vic Evora
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Nelson D Reyes
about 4 yearsI am in between two prolific poets, Robert and you Brod, lucky in the same galaxy and time, 75. Like Jenifer said, "Fill those empty pages with verses uncensored." Not sure if I quoted her right ("uncensored"), I'll check. Sept decennie is a good decade!
Will see you and Robert and those near and around this age
beyond the next "dime". Like.
Benjamin G. Sangalang
about 4 yearsSomeone said "age is a matter of mind; if you don't mind it doesn't matter". But the gray matter between your ears do matter!