41. The Red Line
He danced as a buck,
sang as an elder and
beat a drum as long as he was able.
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42. Old Dancers
I know we're old now and our bodies don't work as they should.
But if I could dance with you once more I surely would.
To dance as we did without a care. -
43. I Still Hear My Mama Singing
Mama with her babies in her rocking chair, she sings
The soothing sound of lullabies,
Her voice so sweetly rings.
Singing in her rocking chair, -
44. Reflection
I stand before the mirror
A stranger stares at me
I've been replaced by someone else
They're standing where I used to be. -
45. It Could Not Be Me Anymore
It could not be me he's thinking of
When he looks up at the soft moonlight.
And it can't be me that he's dreaming of
When he falls asleep at night.Featured Shared StoryAnother brilliant poem - I love the way you write - keep them coming, please.
Very best wishes, Ann -
46. The Golden Tear
He moved with deliberate motion
Each step a painful chore
His body bent and crippled
To the depths of his human core.Featured Shared StoryHello Ann,
Thank you again for your kind and encouraging words. I dedicated this poem to my dearest father who passed away at the age of 98. You are NOT elderly! Best wishes from across... -
47. She Tried To Fit In
To find room
for her flannel nighties,
a well-worn woollen dressing gown,
her furry slippersFeatured Shared StoryOh Pat,
I sometimes think if it wasn't for people like you I might just give up writing poetry. I get so low when my poems don't receive any votes. In fact I tried to get one deleted,...
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