Tag: old age

Riches unspendable

In an effort to write a 31st poem be the end of July 31st, I offer up this wacky little number. It suggests to me I’ll rewrite it one day, but I think it plays well enough to post. Let me know if you agree; let me down easy if you don’t!

Buckaroo Banzai in dimensions eight,
Cannonball Run, pray for roads that are straight.
Diamonds Are Forever, but memories fade.
Old age resembles a slip into shade.
Memories clamor over thoughts for today
They seem truly meaningful, but never play
With younger crowds climbing Memory's stair
Who'll discover old age when they're least aware.
Experience once built riches to hold,
But today their accrual equals fool's gold.
I live in this land of depth, of meaning,
Until I slip off into Life's last evening.

29/100

Ghosts

Bodnant Garden. June 2026.

I think a poem/day will be all I can muster. 

Ghosts, slipping
treelike through forests
populated by people
looking just like they
once did. Slowly
dissolving, windborne
gossamer, 'til people
look through them.
Haunting not others,
but themselves with
each mirror-ward glance.
Remembering when
they treated ghosts
similarly, in
youthful vibrancy.

14/100