
Driven indoors by another cold day, and having had enough of filming the cats, I thought I needed cheering up.
This happened… A poem…
The calendar is full of tricks
As it says, somehow, I’m sixty-six.
In what world could this be true
When inside I still pass for thirty-two?
Or nineteen, when choosing clothing
And friends ask ‘are you joking?’
How can we fix our real age
And not that writ on Life’s Cruel Page?
It seems after some consideration
And not a little perspiration
We will all be so much younger
And embrace life with youthful hunger
If:
We ignore unwonted criticism
And retain a natural optimism
Keeping a keen outlook
When not buried in a book.
We walk briskly
And remain frisky
Taking inspiration
To avoid constipation
Rising with the lark
We shall not fear the dark,
Speak up, don’t mumble
And please try not to grumble.
If inclined to say
‘In my day’
Bat that errant thought away.
Exercise to maximum capacity
Even as you lose elasticity.
Clean your teeth, keep up the grooming
Even as Time’s Arrow’s looming.
And when I’m oppressed by everyday life
And feel it’s too much toil and strife
I’ll turn to my sagacious wife,
Who’ll say, ‘Chin up, life’s no bummer,
‘Before you know it, it’ll be summer.’


Liked the poem Geoff. Being many years older, mine will take a little time to compose…Here’s to another good year. xx
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Yep; may your life be filled with breakfasts…
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Seasonal and cheery! What more could we ask.
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Some warmth to emerge from the screen?
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A lively review of your current predicament, Geoff. As I prepare for my 2-hour commute into the city 🏙️ me thinks you have forgotten the part about doing what you want when you want to in your ode to aging. You even have time to make cat videos now.😂
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I know; it’s cruel of me Pam but… MWAHAHAHA. I think I’d rather face Putin than resume commutin’
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Touché!😂😂😂
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Great poem! Very helpful for me to read that on this blustery morning. 🙂
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It’s good to provide a support service! Hope the bluster dies down soon
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You are obviously aching to get into the garden. As for me, I’m just aching!
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Ah, poor you. Perhaps substitute ‘frisky’ for whiskey?
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Not with my tablet intake!
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Whiskey in tablet form? Cool
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Oh no, that would never do!
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I’m betting on Dog!
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He’ll find the first shoots as long as he doesn’t pee on them first
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Sooner or later summer comes. Love the plural title of this piece.
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It’s one of my growth successes, my chin farm…
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I have one as well.
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A poem for my age would take years to compose. You’re a youngster, Geoff. Glad you balance the cats with Dog!
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a sort of late spring fowl…
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😉
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Not bad for a whippersnapper
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The presumptuousness of youth!
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Nothing like fun to start the day! Thanks you.
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Excellent 💜
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A very fine poem. Quite right, though of course you are still a bit young to have these thoughts.
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Just getting in some practice
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Such perfect advice! Love it.
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Oh perfect! Now that’s a bit of a worry. How do I look for improvement?!
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No need 😂
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Isn’t that the truth….always half the age on the inside and just on the cusp of thirty. Would we really want to endure some of those years again though? Great poem!!
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True. Cheesecloth shirts, instant mash, ice cream made from lard, no power steering, waxed loo paper… oh I’m so happy those are not in my life any more…
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Oh my, the absence of power steering……definitely not something I want back. Ewe…..ice cream from lard?
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Fraid so…
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“When I tire of filming cats” sounds like play by Oscar Wilde about dealing with royalty! Quite amusing.
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Oscar can steal my work any time
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I feel like I might be 27. Inside. Outside I’m … not. But it is shocking to be aware that people see me and see an older person when I’m…27. It’s good to be aware of that. Of course, I do know more than I did then and I don’t have to commute anywhere. Nice. Did you have the faucet on for the cat to drink or to keep pipes from freezing?
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Always for the cat
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Wonderful poem. I think I’ll follow that advice.
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V wise
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Your wife is very wise, Geogg, and 66 is hardly old. Now, 86 … that’s getting on a bit.
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I’m just future-proofing my poetry
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