It's been quite a while since I've written a blog entry so I wanted it to be good. Actually it's been a while since I've written a poem, too many things on the old plate and...too tired. I tend to post in the evening and by the time I get to the computer I'm beat. So all those excuses aside I give you this.
It's a new format for me, one I've never used. The first three and the last two verses follow the typical iambic pentameter, the second and fourth line rhyme. All the verses in the middle follow the format where the first and second line rhyme with each other and the third and fourth line rhyme with each other, as well. Haven't decided if I like this form yet. Let me know what you think.
Old Age Reflections
by Patty Lynn
It isn't fair, not good at all
Old age is so maligned,
That it's regarded as the worst!
The bane of all mankind.
When young we think that we'll be spared
And age won't take it's toll,
But everyone succumbs to it.
It's out of our control.
It's scary, though, to lose your youth
Life gets a little harder.
You're not as quick, your brain feels thick,
You wish you could walk farther...
And so it goes, the crow's feet come
You ask, Why did I love the sun?
You can't turn back the hands of time.
Besides t'would be an awful crime...
To nip, or tuck, this point of view
Will not preserve a younger you.
For that, too, backfires in the end.
There in the mirror, it's just pretend...
To think that you can beat the clock.
It only leads to plastic shock
As gravity continues on.
You won't look like your Senior Prom!
But most of us will choose to be
What Father Time gives us for free,
The gradual that's what is best.
We weren't intended to regress.
The mind, of course, may go that way
We hope and hope it won't someday
But like the telltale wrinkled face
Old Age can rob and then replace...
The quick response with foggy thoughts
Articulate with, at a loss.
For what was keen, a sharpened wit,
Is now fragmented, thinking split...
And you can't think of what you said.
Convinced your brain cells all are dead.
But really it's a slowing down
And that's okay, don't wear a frown.
Just live each day as if your last.
Don't dwell on memories from the past...
Of youthful you, sweetness and light.
'Twill only bring frustration's blight.
Don't question time's cosmetic toll.
God made you body, mind and soul
To, yes, grow old, learn from the past
Not try to make your beauty last.
The only thing that truly lasts
Is God's forgiveness, grace and love,
And these three things will never change,
So concentrate on things above.
Time's moving fast, don't waste it on
The mirror's aging reflection.
For with each line your closer to
Your heavenly perfection.