Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Posthumously #poem #poetry

The older that I get

I do regret

Another daybreak

Such a butt ache.

Time speeds past

Another breakfast

More eggs on toast

Less me, more ghost.

A beardy old fool

Splattered with drool

Filled with tea

Needing a pee.

But I’ll be fine

The joke’s all mine

When all is said

And I am dead

They’ll not share it

Dog will inherit.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published four books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars, Salisbury Square and Buster & Moo. In addition I have published three anthologies of short stories and a memoir of my mother. More will appear soon. I will try and continue to blog regularly at geofflepard.com about whatever takes my fancy. I hope it does yours too. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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23 Responses to Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Posthumously #poem #poetry

  1. V.M.Sang says:

    I hope Dog isn’t going to inherit any time soon.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. noelleg44 says:

    Ditto the above – not anytime to soon. But Dog is clearly favored!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Ritu says:

    Deffo not any time soon!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Lucky, Dog. You’d better make sure he doesn’t conspire to have you knocked off in order to inherit.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Oh Dog, you ARE my intended… right? Knew it! ❤

    Liked by 2 people

  6. Good for Dog. He’s earned it. Watch out for the bone on the path.

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  7. Eileen says:

    If Old Age is Better than the Alternative, We Are All in Deep Doggie Doo
    Little Old People stress is 24/7. As soon as you get your pillow nest all arranged to ease your aching appendages, doubt enters the room. ‘Did I lock all the doors? Did I turn off the stove? Did I take my pills…yeah…no, that was this morning. Oh pooh! I better go check.
    Then because your kidneys are the only parts of your body that have gotten more active with age, there are at least three trips at night. And since your early warning system is now defunct, they are at warp speed even on a walker. There should be an Olympic competition for this.
    And the disconcerting end to what seemed a nice day is realizing that you have gone all over town smiling today without your front upper dentures.
    Your grand and great-grand children are the bubbles of joy in the cesspool of old age, but also the barbs of reality. When sitting in your lap, looking up at you with their big innocent eyes, they ask, ‘Grandma, why do old people have turkey necks?’
    But, other than this, old age is a piece of cake! Whenever you can get to the bakery.

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    • TanGental says:

      You have nailed it exactly. As I slide down life’s bannisters, hoping to avoid the newel post at the end and just zip off gracefully, my only concern are the splinters of memory that might be all that keeps me moving.

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  8. willowdot21 says:

    Love it 💜💜💜

    Liked by 1 person

  9. Dog should be so lucky

    Liked by 1 person

  10. Elizabeth says:

    You bring to mind those recluses who leave it all to the cat. Thank goodness you are surrounded by people who know the truth about your heart!

    Liked by 1 person

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