Saturday, August 20, 2016

Old Age


There is a typo on this line, so...only now it disappears... If I remove these lines and lead with the poem title the space between "In" and "My" in the poem title disappears. Hmmm...

In My Dotage

Your invitation
as always is a challenge
to be some other
than the sloven soul
I've become, bound in the dross
of my aging life.

I drool from the side
of my mouth and wipe only
half the time these days
but I do clean up
before going out of late.
I wish no offence.

‎August ‎7, ‎2011 9:23 AM

2 comments:

  1. Able to be


    Life
    It takes from
    Me
    All of what
    You
    Wish to see
    Does it then
    Fall
    Upon me
    To act as if
    The fault
    It
    Lies upon me
    Somehow
    Your need of me
    Finds me
    Unwilling
    Or maybe just
    Unable
    To dissemble
    Leading anyone to believe
    I am anything
    Other
    Than
    What
    I am able to be


    Chris McQueeney ©2016

    ReplyDelete
  2. Able to be


    Life
    It takes from
    Me
    All of what
    You
    Wish to see
    Does it then
    Fall
    Upon me
    To act as if
    The fault
    It
    Lies upon me
    Somehow
    Your need of me
    Finds me
    Unwilling
    Or maybe just
    Unable
    To dissemble
    Leading anyone to believe
    I am anything
    Other
    Than
    What
    I am able to be


    Chris McQueeney ©2016

    ReplyDelete

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