POEMS FOR SENIORS

Aching Bones(New)

Woke up this morning at the crack of my back, 

Guess I'd spent too much time in the sack.

Seems like my very bones do ache.

I pray dear Lord, give this old fart a break.

I don't mean an actual break

It's just an expression, for heaven's sake.

So I prayed and prayed and tried to be nice.

I even kneeled and faced Mecca once or twice.

Because I didn't want to miss a bet, 

Didn't know which religion was the better yet.

But nothing seemed to do a bit of good, 

Not that I really thought it would.

If I want to tell you the goldurned truth

Probably just my reward for my mispent youth.

I'll have to toughen up, I declare it, 

Nothing left to do but grin and bear it. 

George Hunter

Warning

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple

With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.

And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves

And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired

And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells

And run my stick along the public railings

And make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

And pick flowers in other people's gardens

And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat

And eat three pounds of sausages at a go

Or only bread and pickle for a week

And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry

And pay our rent and not swear in the street

And set a good example for the children.

We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?

So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised

When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple. 

Jenny Joseph

Do I consider me a senior?

I am now fifty but I am still nifty.

What construes a senior, that we are no more leaner?

What construes a senior, our skin begins to look saggy?

What construes a senior, we wear clothes that are baggy?

What construes a senior, our hair has changed to grey?

What construes a senior, we go to church, we pray?

What construes a senior, we walk with bended stoop?

What construes a senior, we can't control our poop?

What construes a senior, we live in a nursing home?

What construes a senior, we don't need a comb?

What construes a senior, we have all but one tooth?

What construes a senior, medication is like a loot?

What construes a senior, feeding the pidgeons is a hoot?

What construes a senior, no solids only liquid food?

What construes a senior, the time seems to fly?

What construes a senior, we shrivel and slowly die?

What construes a senior,  we learn how to survive

What construes a senior, we do our best with our remaining life.

Copyright Philo Yan August 20, 2012