Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction
LostHow many times I’ve racked my brain for things I just can’t find.
It’s like I’m missing pages from the volume of my mind.
The trouble is, as time goes on, it really starts to look
Like pages gone don’t matter much—I think I’ve lost the book!
Threescore and TenWe’re allotted three score years and ten, here to be.
When by strength they’re extended, much pain we will see.
If we’re lucky, we get our ten years and three score.
If we’re not, we get less—or else twenty years more.
On “Child-proof Safety Caps”As our bodies head over the hill,
We pick up a whole bag of news ills,
And look for some kids
To open the lids
On our growing collection of pills.
Old Age and Modern TechnologyThis digital world fills a lot of great needs
But it really puts me in a fix,
With its Pentium chips and its gigahertz speeds,
While my mind’s still a 286.
The Years Have GoneThe years have gone, the time has come
When I no longer can chew gum,
Or brush my teeth, or comb my hair.
(You can’t if they’re not even there.)
My muscles all have turned to fat.
My brain waves, seemingly, are flat.
So much I had has come and gone;
Yet still, somehow, I carry on.
Scanning a Blank DocumentThere are things about aging, I have to admit,
That do really appear to be kind.
Take for instance, I don’t have to worry a bit
About anyone reading my mind.
Falling Apart at the SeamsThe strand that holds my body’s life has started to unwind,
And equally unraveled is the fabric of my mind.
So when the morning paper comes, my first move is, I fear,
To quickly scan the obit page, to see if I’m still here.
Limericks!I grow old and I’m always in pain,
And at times think I’m going insane.
Should I let out a cheer
‘Cause retirement is near,
Or despair for the years that remain?
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