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Dec 08, 2016
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Are you not a senior citizen...
Your age speaks
of experience
old is gold
but not today
we are only sold
to human machinations
if from the Internet
we stay away
or
don't have an iPad
what they say
debit and credit cards
are must
use em before
your brain
they crust
and say
all left behind
with no
''WILL''
is theirs
so take your cash today
have a gala day
drink wine and dine
then dance
all say
they will take all
enjoyment
off old any day
but pray
even for oldies
condoms stay
Let's pray
amen
for today
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Keith Logan
8 years 7 months ago
Interesting
but not quite sure where the dance ends up.
PS: I am a senior citizen, only just make it (65) but proud to be in that category.
Sparrow
8 years 7 months ago
Loved
You are trying very hard to make a point of being old but you will have to pull the stops out to be affective.
Curmudgeons day 29th Jan come join the proper grumpy people that inherit this mess we are paddling through.
You think you have it hard, Oh well there is a long way to go yet, you are a young moaner, so get some practice in.
Do you want me to show you what a moan is???
Damn poetry it is always trying to be happy Yuk..
Not Yours Ian..
lovedly
8 years 7 months ago
Ian you are the only one
who will never age
in poetry's cage
and never understand a
SENIOR Citizen
have fun
till the cave is open
a m e n
Sparrow
8 years 7 months ago
Loved is Loved
But we would never admit it.
One day I will know more about you
Though tis better to walk in the shadows and watch.
That is why I like my cave
The light there is of my own making,
Go well young Spirit
You are still a child of the universe.
Yours as always Ian,
( the tea is symbolic as you never thirst)
lovedly
8 years 7 months ago
no not child.... but
a bird
not bard
in the womb
of the poets....
will be in tomb
soon
with a golden
platelet
come
euthanasia
till then
keep Roses ready for me
ere they decide
A NOBLE
unseen
so let it be
me