If you love her fight for her
If not, then please leave her
For she deserves a better lover
One that can truly adore her
I’ve reached that age where I dodder
And when I forget becomes fodder
For impatience and often abuse.
I apologize but it’s seldom any use.
I have learned to smile and tip my hat
As I am now the oldster I once laughed at.
My face tells a story with every wrinkle
And it now takes me longer to ******.
I have to get up two or three times a night
Which means my kidneys aren’t working right.
Getting up from a chair is a three part thing
And I can’t do it without some moaning.
I’m very glad for a thing called remote control
Because it’s a saving grace for growing old.
I moved the coffee maker closer to my chair
So I don’t have to walk so far over there.
I’m thinking of swapping my end table in a smidge
To replace it with a my own personal mini-fridge.
That will save me even more trips over and back
By loading it with sodas and some clever snacks.
Now just in case some might think I’m *******,
I’m not, it’s just that my habits are now switching.
It another phase of living life, is all it means
Like switching to Sansabelt slacks instead of jeans.
I had plenty of fun when I was young and foolish
So, there is no sense of anyone getting ghoulish.
I’m full to the brim with carefully gathered memories
And a scant few of them could be called miseries.
Mostly I have been pretty much a happy kid
And now enjoy the wisdom from all I did.
Fresh words, new notes coming
Threshold like fresh air, blue notes are summoned
Hope intact, you want to call it the missing note
Dope impact, you bluntly fall in it kissing foes
And so you reach the pinnacle, only to start again…
Continue to teach the cynical,
Only to stop the pain
It hurts more to succumb to the darkness
Than to resist its emotional drag,
To give into the negativity
And accept the longevity
Of that damp, moldy, abrasive rag,
Than to accept and see the Likeness.
Accept the overwhelming Embrace,
Rather than the darkness of that place.
Overcome. Claim what’s overdue:
The Love, the Peace, and the Grace.
Typing midnight motivation at 1am... Had an oddly rough week, but what has passed has passed, and i’m excited for the days ahead. Here are some uplifting words....
Paths worn down by wishing feet
spin in dreams with clouded gazes.
Misshapen rubble trips the sadness
a relief against the musty pages of time.
Run down those mantra memories
ankles weak and sorrow-tipped.
Burrow your eager fingers in the turned soil
where snap dragons growled freely.
Tulips simmered in dew
sprout leaves in diligence.
Soaked petals were moments
but green the cambium breathes.
Under the sullen frost roots ply
their fibrous hairs in solidarity.
Once, once they were brittle strings
sallow, plucked threads of bitter root.
Now, now the music sings
because I'll keep you alive
in fragrant blossoms and longevity.
Now that I'm old I just can't keep on moving
I can now relax because I have nowhere to go.
The rest of my life I'll sit because all my life I've been hustling
This is the reality, this is what my life has come to.
Society now gives credence to the wrong things.
Modern culture is now full of triviality,
And ethics and decency got affixed with wings
Then right after, flew off and left us with mediocrity.
I see my age as a factor in just about everything
Especially because I came from the old school
Where courtesy and respect was the thing,
An era in which it was a sin to become a fool.
I see my age also as a blessing in so many ways,
For I have lived beyond my youth to this day.
And no matter what my age and gray hair says
I'll always be that boy who grew up with Kid N' Play.
The adage says age is nothing but a number
Yet in the era beyond my prime, it matters.
It matters because there's a lot to do when you're older.
To **** with the world because I'll have nursing home workers.
Besides, Everything funny I say or do my age will explain
Be it good or bad, vile or wise, and even right or wrong.
My age will be a yardstick and until death requires no discipline.
All I have to do is sit in my rocking chair and sing the old age song.
To become gray old and wrinkled is to enter the wisdom stage
A time when every word I utter will have a positive impact
And every word of motivation from me will open a page
For the people around me and generations after I depart.
Unless you die in your prime.old age is inevitable and every one of us blessed to reach considers it a blessing....this is the reality!
I don't want to be a place card in your book
I want to be a chapter
That makes you wonder
I want to be a chapter
That makes you go deeper
I want to be a chapter
That makes you feel blessed to be a lover
It’s something in the way
you peek through the door to see me
brush my teeth at night.
Or the way that my tousled bed head
finds its nest in the warmth
between your arm and chest.
Always the right side, never the left.
When I imagine you leaving,
I wonder where my cheek will rest
when the light creeps softly through the window
When I realize I’m no longer dreaming.
Because you are the way the sun sings
to the earth, absolving all doubt in darkness.
You are the way love looks
when she is reborn
Day after day.