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MISE EN SCENE Once, the long ago and far away me Could attract the eye and heart. But without my watching it be so I did not see my good looks depart. I did not see the wrinkles arrive, Nor the spots appear on my skin. I did not note the muscles loosen And the arms and legs go so thin. I watched the blonde become silver And the dark become so very light But, I did not mind the stooping posture As tiredness made it feel just right. I felt my diet changing because Some things no longer tempted Others took their places every time As the younger favorites were exempted. But now I have glasses everywhere And I turn the television up too loud That the neighbors squeal to the landlord And that does not make me proud. For most of my life, I read incessantly But now, never can read at night Because I have to have a strong lamp Or the lighting is not quite right. And, oh the pills I must take now. Some for morning and some for night. I must take them in order, counting So I know I keep the dosage just right. Some are supplements, but some are for That age that I have now achieved. Yes, I am that old, and accept it mostly Even though I find it hard to believe. Brent Kincaid 4/14/2019
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Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 1:06 AM UTC
MISE EN SCENE
MISE EN SCENE Once, the long ago and far away me Could attract the eye and heart. But without my watching it be so I did not see my good looks depart. I did not see the wrinkles arrive, Nor the spots appear on my skin. I did not note the muscles loosen And the arms and legs go so thin. I watched the blonde become silver And the dark become so very light But, I did not mind the stooping posture As tiredness made it feel just right. I felt my diet changing because Some things no longer tempted Others took their places every time As the younger favorites were exempted. But now I have glasses everywhere And I turn the television up too loud That the neighbors squeal to the landlord And that does not make me proud. For most of my life, I read incessantly But now, never can read at night Because I have to have a strong lamp Or the lighting is not quite right. And, oh the pills I must take now. Some for morning and some for night. I must take them in order, counting So I know I keep the dosage just right. Some are supplements, but some are for That age that I have now achieved. Yes, I am that old, and accept it mostly Even though I find it hard to believe. Brent Kincaid 4/14/2019
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Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 1:06 AM UTC
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