Chins Up!

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


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.’

Dog knows summer is in here somewhere…

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. 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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43 Responses to Chins Up!

  1. joylennick says:

    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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  2. Steve says:

    Seasonal and cheery! What more could we ask.

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  3. Pam Lazos says:

    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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  4. Amy says:

    Great poem! Very helpful for me to read that on this blustery morning. 🙂

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  5. You are obviously aching to get into the garden. As for me, I’m just aching!

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  6. I’m betting on Dog!

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  7. Sooner or later summer comes. Love the plural title of this piece.

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  8. noelleg44 says:

    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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  9. Not bad for a whippersnapper

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  10. L.K. Latham says:

    Nothing like fun to start the day! Thanks you.

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  11. willowdot21 says:

    Excellent 💜

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  12. tootlepedal says:

    A very fine poem. Quite right, though of course you are still a bit young to have these thoughts.

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  13. Bridgette says:

    Such perfect advice! Love it.

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  14. cathkalcolor says:

    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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  15. JT Twissel says:

    “When I tire of filming cats” sounds like play by Oscar Wilde about dealing with royalty! Quite amusing.

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  16. arlingwoman says:

    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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  17. V.M.Sang says:

    Wonderful poem. I think I’ll follow that advice.

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  18. Roberta Writes says:

    Your wife is very wise, Geogg, and 66 is hardly old. Now, 86 … that’s getting on a bit.

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