A Tuneless Future #poem #poetry

When I met with friends a few years ago

We’d have some food, take in a show

Listen to music, have so much fun.

These days, while finances are more reliable

It’s our bodies that aren’t so pliable

And only our noses that are inclined to run.

Our feet, no friends, are there to spite us

Unwilling to bend now they’ve found arthritis.

Our knees, once smooth and nicely curved

Are inclined to grate and look absurd.

From our hips, once hung two pert glutes

Now they sag like compostable fruits.

We have a pact; we never speak

Of why our stomachs are nearer our feet.

And just when you think ‘That’s enough,’

Someone will say, ‘My liver’s been rough.’

‘Just your liver,’ another will scoff

And with that, once more, we are off

To analyse our every function

In gory detail, with no compunction,

For those, much younger, who get an earful

And realise – and this will make them tearful –

That in time, all get togethers become this frightful

As the only music is an organ recital.

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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25 Responses to A Tuneless Future #poem #poetry

  1. You poor old chap

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  2. willowdot21 says:

    You don’t need to remind me I am older than you…been there done that and got the T shirt.☀️

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  3. Haha, Geoff. Something for me to look forward too.

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  4. joylennick says:

    A tip Geoff. Arthritis ? Get rid of it by putting a tablespoon of good cider vinegar in cooled, boiled water with honey to taste after meals. Husband is nearly 95 and swears by it. (living in Spain helps too… ) Cheers.

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  5. TanGental says:

    I know. Not that I complain…

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  6. Some of us don’t even have…..No, I wouldn’t dream of writing that!

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  7. JT Twissel says:

    Nothing like a gathering of old folks … my husband is a bit older than me and the last time we met with his old college buddies in a posh French restaurant I was affeared they were going to kick our forgetful, loud butts outta there! One of them is wealthy enough to overlook the fact that he’s quite deaf (and won’t wear an ear thingie) but I sure did feel sorry for the waitress!

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  8. my mum swore by cod liver oil and turmeric for arthritis. For a few years now I have tried that combo, now I’m not sure if mum was talking about keeping herself regular….

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  9. At 81, I hate hearing about aging problems from my peers. I try to remind them that it takes a tough old bird to face aging, so suck it up. (and shut up)

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  10. V.M.Sang says:

    I can relate to this. I remember, when I was young, wondering why all the old folk could talk about was their health (or lack of it). Now I understand.
    Great poem.

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  11. Oh boy. Sounds like the topics of my women’s luncheons. Lol Thanks for the laugh, Geoff.

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