"fogey" poems
I know I'm what is called,"an old fogey."
(I prefer "Elder")
Can't help it, age dictates it.
It happens, and will happen, to most of us,
For time runs faster than we do.
I find myself reflecting on "what used to be"-
instead of "what is", "what could be", or "should be"-
"Good times, bad times", all part of living,
in an ever-changing world.
Priorities change....... daily-
Attitudes change...... daily
What we want today,
we discard tomorrow-
"What is", becomes "So what!"
"Unification", has become obsolete!''
A different work ethic..... born!
The "Rally Cry!"...
"All for one, and all for "ME!"
has become the norm........
We will answer for it................
some day!.....
copyright: richard riddle October 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 4:37 AM UTC
At the park,
I sat beside an old man
A crone, a fogey
A father.
His nostrils flared
As he drew all the cool air;
The twitch and the twang
Of his ****** features
Have locked my attention
His neck cracked towards me,
And his gibberish enthralled me
To think that such a man
Can still sound so young.
Can he still be so young?
With his brittle bones
And his nasally nostrils
And his waxy wisdom
That slops off his mouth?
I went back home
And ate a bran muffin
I didn't bother to
Dab it with frosting.
-Juan Carlos Gomez
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 2:31 AM UTC
There’s this lady down my street
Who makes me kind of sad to see
Her house is smells kind of vile
She’s an ailurophile
She’s got about ninety of them
She started hoarding since the day when
Her husband died, long ago
And to her, that was quite a blow
So she started hoarding little friends
Who love her to no end
She takes care of them all so well
Something everyone can tell
The little old lady down my street
Is actually very, very sweet
With her pets and her home she feel safe and cozy
This nice old lady is quite fogey
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
(a repost from October,2015)
I know I'm what is called,"an old fogey."
(I prefer "Elder")
Can't help it, age dictates it.
It happens, and will happen, to most of us,
For time runs faster than we do.
I find myself reflecting on "what used to be"-
instead of "what is", "what could be", or "should be"-
"Good times, bad times", all part of living,
in an ever-changing world.
Priorities change....... daily-
Attitudes change...... daily
What we want today,
we discard tomorrow-
"What is", becomes "So what!"
"Unification", has become obsolete!''
A different work ethic..... born!
The "Rally Cry!"...
"All for one, and all for "ME!"
has become the norm........
We will answer for it................
some day!.....
copyright: richard riddle October 13, 2015
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC
From October, 2015
I know I'm what is called,"an old fogey."
(I prefer "Elder")
Can't help it, age dictates it.
It happens, and will happen, to most of us,
For time runs faster than we do.
I find myself reflecting on "what used to be"-
instead of "what is", "what could be", or "should be"-
"Good times, bad times", all part of living,
in an ever-changing world.
Priorities change....... daily-
Attitudes change...... daily
What we want today,
we discard tomorrow-
"What is", becomes "So what!"
"Unification", has become obsolete!''
A different work ethic..... born!
The "Rally Cry!"...
"All for one, and all for "ME!"
has become the norm........
We will answer for it................
some day!.....
copyright: richard riddle October 13, 2015
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 3:28 AM UTC