Funny, You Don’t Look That Old

The stars now shine for younger eyes.
The glory is lost to me.
Making a will is callisthenic enough,
Tho’ now it hurts in the knee.

Cookies and milk we cross through.
The middle ever-gut still remains.
Sit-ups and crunches aren’t honey toasted,
Nor the tears and grunts and strains.

Don’t ever age, is my advice,
If I may be ever so bold.
List your accomplishments where you can,
But try to leapfrog the old.

Where is the job for the 50-plus?
Gray isn’t scaled over one’s IQ.
Pretty as a picture you may be,
But I’m still smarter than you.

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on September 1, 2013, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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