Jokester Old Age moved in
Bringing Rock and Roll bands
Playing shrill heavy metal
Unending concerts in my ears
Or // maybe it’s seventeen-year locust
Emerging just below my gray loam
Springing forth in continual halleluiahs
Attaching themselves to brain stem and canals
In addition // miners of decay
Carve caverns in my bituminous teeth
Great profit for smiling dental barons
Depleting my piggy bank
Old Age seems to have made himself
Right at home pulling painful pranks
Not minding the misery, he is causing
Laughing as I drain my account
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Bjorn at d’Verse poetry pub asked us to write a poem focused on using metaphors. I decided to write on aging. My age is catching up with me!
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I feel you on that Jokester Old Age moving in – permanently. Am taking great pains and time to take care of my body now, fearing the onslaught of those painful pranks. It’s no fun when our pocket takes the hit though.
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You are right… seems like there is always something that wants to get their hands in your pocket! Thanks Grace
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Nice metaphor for old age: “Old Age seems to have made himself
Right at home pulling painful pranks”
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Thanks Frank! All too real for me…
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Nice content
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Thank you so much for stopping by!
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I feel this, Dwight, especially ‘continual halleluiahs / Attaching themselves to brain stem and canals’ and those ‘miners of decay’!
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Thanks Kim! They keep singing in my ears all the time. … and those miners seem to keep digging.
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not forgetting the noisy joints of those rock and roll bad knees! i really love your play of words and how the body decays but your spirit it so magnificently young and vibrant. you have a really great sense of humour Dwight!
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Thank you Gina. I am still in good health so although I have issues here and there, I don’t face a lot of what others have gone through. I could have gone on and on with this one.
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it would have been an ode to old!
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Old age is the sickest joke of all. Keep laughing – it helps!
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That is all we can do!! Thanks!
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He’s at your house too? Thought it was just us, lol.
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Oh, Yes!!! Comes along with death and taxes if we live long enough!
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ha ha ha. Your photo had me laughing because we went to the audiologist yesterday – my husband is finally giving in to wearing hearing aids. He’s only needed them for a decade, lol.
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That was me as well. Now I am really happy with them . I can hear close to normal with them and use them all the time! They do break the bank for good ones though!
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No kidding. I am so happy he has decided to join the conversation.
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My wife is happy to not have to repeat everything again!! and… I can hear the TV low talking again.
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Yeah, I’m becoming hard of hearing too, but so far I have not given into technology. I go to the other end of the house, and play that TV loud, but since my health has been crap for a long time, it’s just one more irritant.
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I have found they really do make a difference.
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There is a light philosophical touch dressing this profound substance.
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Yes, it’s either laugh or cry, and neither changes what is to come all that much! Thank you for reading!
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You make old age so NOT welcoming! I am just beginning to feel it. I laugh a lot so I don’t hear myself cry.
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That’s good,,, keep smiling!
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The imagery of aging is both distressing and told with some irony… love the locust.. really works for me (though they say the song of crickets get lost with age)
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Maybe when we hit 100!! Ha Ha! Thanks Bjorn!
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My mother said that for years her tinnitus sounded like organ music, which someone commented that is better than it sounding like cicadas, and she said, maybe, but only if it is a good organist. I am not a dentist, but as a member of the health professions, let me thank you for helping our kids get through college, we do appreciate you letting us have your hand in your pockets now and again, remember to get your flu shot! 🙂 Be well Dwight, this is a playful take on experiences that are not much fun. Kudos.
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I can’t imagine being a dentist. Probably one of the most wnwelcome of the health professionals for people like me. My ringing is just a continuous high pitch background ring. Other noise seems to distract from it. TV Radio etc. tend to stay on more that usual. Thanks for your comment.
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For all of us, General Entropy at some point pulls rank. 😉
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Such a good poem – this is hard stuff to express poetically, but you do!
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I guess it is easier when it is happening to you!! Thanks for stopping by and reading.
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Maintenance does seem more costly in old age! I love your humor!
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Now I smile…. in the furture… who knows!!
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