Category Archives: Aging



Insomnia

Each day I limp down to the courts
At nine o’clock and after noon,
Sit on a bench with aged cohorts
To tease and joke, kill time, commune.
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Posted in Aging, Death, Illusion, Pain, Wisdom

Waking Up

Like everything, “waking up” evolves.
The sodden infant wakes and cries for food
The avid schoolboy jumps from bed, resolved
To breakfast, meet his mates, head off to school.
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At The Paddle Tennis Courts: Huggers

We older guys down at the tennis courts
Sometimes play, but mostly come to watch girls
Wearing halter tops and skirts way too short,
Enchant the worst among us into churls.
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Posted in Aging, Beauty, Lust

I The Phoenix

Down at the tennis courts I showed a friend
A morbid poem I wrote last month called “Flame,”
Wherein I cite my own spark’s ashy end—
Burnt out—no light or heat to drive life’s game.
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Posted in Aging, Poetry (What is it?), Wisdom

Flame

This June,
My younger son, at 50,
Plans to visit Iceland—for two weeks—
To tour and hike with a pal of his.
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Posted in Aging, Wisdom

Who Cares?

Frankly, old age is a pain in the ass.
Just standing up engenders fat-knee creaks—
And the rich experience you’ve amassed
Does not assuage sciatica’s grim shrieks.
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Posted in Aging, Death, Inspiration, Pain, Politics