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Golden Years
“All that crap they tell you about getting joy and
having wisdom in your golden years--it’s all tripe.”
--Woody Allen.
There was a time when health was not an issue,
but then seven decades will slip on by,
and you weep so many tears on tissues,
because the old meat machine prepares to die.
No amount of prayer or how hard you try
makes much of a difference in the end.
There is no way that you can just pretend
that risk for strokes, heart attacks or cancer
is not a sad sword intending to rend
life from the body--so I just growl Grrrr.
Glenn Buttkus
Dizain
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub OLN
10 comments:
Yep, you spend the first years of your life like Sisyphus, trying to toll that rick up the mountain — and the later years trying to prevent it from rolling down the mountain and crushing you. But it’s the only life you get, so let’s keep dancin’, break out the booze (well, bad heart and diabetes rules that out for me) and try to have a ball! ...gotta remember to keep the batteries charged in the pacemaker, and take all your meds on time — oh fuck it bro, gettin’ old is not a game for the timid! You wrote it right here dude...
The rhyming with "growl. grrrr" is fecking brilliant.
Agree wuth Alexandra :) Good dizain, Glenn. I'm glad you posted this—I find your Blackthorne episodes go over my head. I'm not a film person.
Don't stop growling, Glenn.
One day at a time is all any of us can do! If it is a good one that is even better!
Fabulous dizain Glenn. These thoughts are plague many of us as we age. Hang in there!
GRRR angrily into that dark night!
Brilliant dizain,
I do think that the certainty of dissolution can be balanced
somewhat by the living in the now,
the end will come, but it's not here now,
and why is the past any less of guest,
that can paint our now ledge with a tinge of grist?
Still, growling is understood,
Memories are flowers in the desert
of faint remembrance,
Not the beating breathing in the wood.
Growl dog. Grrrr...
Love this Glenn
I did not realize this was a dizain until I saw the label at the end. Skillfully rendered, Glenn! I'm a-ways behind you but I can feel things happening to this body that I don't like. I hope I get a new one when this one decides to go.
One can't avoid how fast this happens: "but then seven decades will slip on by,"
Another beaut!
If you take out 'when' from first line, that would make the syllable count right. (But I don't know how you would get rid of the extra syllable in line 4.)
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