As time slips by I find joy in moments
Beauty of yellow wildflowers swaying
Song of bright red Cardinal singing sweetly
The world around me struggles with rebirth
The same weeds come up from long hidden roots
Pulled so plump red tomatoes can grow
This is Quadrille Monday at d’Verse Poets Pub. Linda asked us to write a Quadrille of exactly 44 words using the prompt slip. My poem today deals with the passage of time; living one day at a time, and being in the moment of awareness of all that is going on around me.
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The pendulum stopped swinging
Several years ago.
But time kept on ticking
With every day that goes.
Though the regulator is not regular
Perhaps a dry cog or wheel…
Years keep moving on in circular
And adding to my bill.
When my ticket comes due
In a year or two…
It won’t matter if tick or tock.
My clock will stop ticking
Hands will stop moving
My face will stay fixed
And I will turn blue
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
My father-in-law always said he hoped he could live to be a hundred. He is now 89 and still in fairly good health. The only problem is that a couple of years ago he developed Alzheimer’s and is now confined to a care facility. As I think about him and others I find myself wondering whether growing old is really all that great. If you are one who is in good health perhaps it would be a good thing, but I believe the odds are stacked against that happening. I have always said I don’t want to live to be real old. This poem expresses some of my sentiments.
Living to be 94
If I live to be 94
What friend would come knocking at my door
Being that they’d all gone before
Or maybe they came and I remember no more
Since those memories seem to go right out the door
Why would I want to be that old
Why would one want to be so bold
To out-live all my friends of old
And spend my last doing what I’m told
Not a great option for me…
When death comes passing at 84
I just might hitch a ride while I am sure
That growing old appeals no more
When my only friend left is Arthur Itis
The world can surely do without us
Death, come grab me before 94
For I won’t want to be here anymore!
Photos: Dwight L.