I wrote this today with the determination to try another new form. I don't know if a whole piece using this type of rhyme is for me. I've used in occasionally in some of my past poems but this is the first time I've used it consistently. Again, like it or not, it's a new form.
GETTING
OLD
Pat
Severin
Getting
old or so I’m told’s, a natural progression.
How can
that be, for now it's me, taking this regression?
I’ve
asked around but haven't found a way to stop this game.
You say
you’ve tried, your hope has died, your info’s just the same?
This
aging thing deserves a swing and then a hefty punch.
Perhaps
I'm stuck (that's just my luck) it's hopeless, is my hunch.
I've got
to say, what's true today, (you've heard these words before,)
Why can
they send, I told my friend, a rocket ship that soars...
Right to
Moon and still this gloom surrounds me every day.
And yet
this thing, this aging thing they haven't found a way...
To end it now, solutions how to stop it in its tracks.
They're
scientists, they must have tricks that halt these darn attacks!
This
answer, NO, I hate it so, I wish I could pursue...
A way to
end, at least suspend, could find some avenue...
To my
desire, can't help aspire to what cannot be found,
Besides
I'd be a wealthy me if I could make some ground.
Well,
guess that's it to make it stick, you get my point, I'm sure.
Some can
accept what I reject, alas, there is no cure.
This
growing old, if truth be told, is something I detest!
Accepting age as just a stage is way too hard a test!
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