My Being Over Seventy
The joys of being over seventy are plentiful
a Forgetful memory is a boon at times
for I can claim to have done what
I might have done or even did not.
the Hearing is another one won no need
to obey every request - formal or not
I can go on my way in merry innocence.
lack of Strength is another I can use
if an item has to be lifted or moved, then
to every end I shall abuse.
None of the above is actually true
other than the first line.
My appreciations are simple: a fondness
of Beauty naked or clothed,
Luscious lips
on which to give a fond kiss,
Full moons
when I pretend to be demented and get
away with naughty things.
finally a Glass of fruity brandy because it makes
me R . . . y!
© MRL 02 - 03 - 13
What a delightful poem. Congratulations, dear sir.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rachel
DeleteI LIKE IT VERY MUCH. GIVES ME HOPE, MEL! AND MADE ME LAUGH!
ReplyDeleteThank you Kim.
DeleteI was smiling as I wrote it and there wasn't even a full moon
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ReplyDeleteah yes with the warmth of soul our poet writes
ah yes to draw the smiles of folks and Knights
being past the 70 ; tis writ upon the glow of twilight
and on the rosey skies of beaking Dawn .....
As from the very mysts of time ; the ancient Druids
Do come within our sight to speak of wisdom , ever bright
Then you , fine poetry do pen
You are warmly bid
Do for all and write again......
With merry thanks we're on our way..
And Bright Blessings to M ; we pray
Wonderful Mel, you old devil!!!!!
ReplyDeleteSh'hhh Rita they will all be wondering what you know that they don't :)
DeleteGiggles,indeed!
ReplyDeleteNot sure that went through, but I couldn't agree with you more hehehe!
ReplyDeleteANNE-MARIE MURPHY wrote:
ReplyDeleteI love your latest poem, it so embodies all the rascally element of you and as I read it I can see the twinkle in your eye and that grin you have the is yours and yours alone
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I don't know what it is about blogs and my inability to be allowed to comment on them when I try accessing from the iPad, but they always block me.
I really don't know what you mean about the twinkle in my eye
DeleteOhh, we use the moon even in our youth as excuse! ;-)
ReplyDeleteOh String I cannot believe that you would ever dream of making an excuse :)
Deletewonderful! loved this. :<) every day is a gift.
ReplyDeleteI truly enjoy my age and hope that you live in similar vein :)
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