I'm an actor who they said was wrinkled and balding and everything else when I was in my early 30's. Most of the people who wrote that who thought they were younger than me are now bald and wrinkled.
quote by Jack Nicholson
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Middle age is when your old classmates are so grey and wrinkled and bald they don't recognize you.
quote by Bennett Cerf
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He's Far From Dead
He's far from dead his heart is ticking
Although he looks like one near death
No he's very much alive and kicking
There's lots of living in him yet.
He may be in his early seventies
And he may look skinny, gray and pale
But looks can often be deceiving
And he's not ill though he looks frail.
He has a thing for younger women
And at them he never fails to smile
And they say he's such a lovely old chap
And they always buy into his guile.
A man is old when at women he stops looking
But to him that hardly does apply
And though he may look old, wrinkled and weary
He is not ready yet to die.
He fancies women than him decades younger
And women of his own age he ignore
One mature lady to him takes a fancy
But he feels she's too old for him at sixty four.
He may look old and on his last legs
With one foot almost in the grave
But looks in his case are deceiving
And for some-one else your pity save.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Intimacy
an old man with a
white beard
wrinkled face
bald and slouchy
walking slowly
with his olive oyl
on the white sandy beach
the sun shines
the waves foamy
the sea breeze
cool and
caressing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beautiful Old Age
It ought to be lovely to be old
to be full of the peace that comes of experience
and wrinkled ripe fulfilment.
The wrinkled smile of completeness that follows a life
lived undaunted and unsoured with accepted lies
they would ripen like apples, and be scented like pippins
in their old age.
Soothing, old people should be, like apples
when one is tired of love.
Fragrant like yellowing leaves, and dim with the soft
stillness and satisfaction of autumn.
And a girl should say:
It must be wonderful to live and grow old.
Look at my mother, how rich and still she is! -
And a young man should think: By Jove
my father has faced all weathers, but it's been a life!
poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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My Loving Heart (Fun Poem 95)
(Alternative Valentine Poem)
My hair maybe thinning
and my eyes are getting dim,
but my loving heart
is still filled to the brim.
My legs maybe stiff
and I walk with a limp,
but my loving heart
isn’t any kind of wimp.
My face maybe wrinkled
and my hearing almost gone,
but my loving heart
is still beating strong.
I may look like I’m past it
all wrinkled and crinkled,
but my loving heart
has lost none of its twinkle.
13 February 2009
poem by David Harris
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Before a Grin of Satisfaction Lifts
Let's face it.
When someone says,
'You look good for 'your' age! '
The emphasis is on 'your'!
That is not to be interpreted,
As a sign that you appear decades younger!
You do not!
And the next time someone says that to you...
Do not begin blushing,
As a customary response!
Stop and think...
'What age do they think I am? '
Some of us who have heard that comment,
Seem to think the reference is made
Because we look as if we are still waiting
To be asked to the senior prom!
AGAIN!
When in fact...
I've seen dinosaurs in museums,
And I am amazed how well they look!
And they have been well preserved,
Bones and all!
Had you thought...
When someone expresses,
'You look good, for 'your' age! '
They are not thinking,
'My God,
That relic is 'still' around?
And walking unaided...
Making eye contact without assistance?
Am I witnessing a miracle or what? '
Those thoughts should first enter 'your' mind,
BEFORE a grin of satisfaction...
Lifts your wrinkled cheeks!
The ones on your behind,
And those on your face!
And 'if' a younger person says that to you...
You return one of the most ugliest looks you can!
Immediately you know they are thinking...
'I will never get that old and 'still' enjoy my life! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Raisins (rictameter)
Raisin
Wrinkled morsel
Formerly plump round grape
Sun-dried, shriveled, concentrated
A sweet snack savored by grand ol' granny
Concentrated, shriveled, sun-dried
Formerly plump round girl
Wise and wrinkled
Raisin
poem by Aaron Brown
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Old Spanish Song
I'm thinking of the wooing
That won my maiden heart
When he--he came pursuing
A love unused to art.
Into the drowsy river
The moon transported flung
Her soul that seemed to quiver
With the songs my lover sung.
And the stars in rapture twinkled
On the slumbrous world below--
You see that, old and wrinkled,
I'm not forgetful--no!
He still should be repeating
The vows he uttered then--
Alas! the years, though fleeting,
Are truer yet than men!
The summer moonlight glistens
In the favorite trysting spot
Where the river ever listens
For a song it heareth not.
And I, whose head is sprinkled
With time's benumbing snow,
I languish, old and wrinkled,
But not forgetful--no!
What though he elsewhere turneth
To beauty strangely bold?
Still in my bosom burneth
The tender fire of old;
And the words of love he told me
And the songs he sung me then
Come crowding to uphold me,
And I live my youth again!
For when love's feet have tinkled
On the pathway women go,
Though one be old and wrinkled,
She's not forgetful--no!
poem by Eugene Field
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Strongest People
Strongest people...
they are the ones
wearing beautiful smiles
on their wrinkled faces.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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There Is This Man Who Does Not Know Where To Go
there is this man who does not know where to go
his wife left him
and his children had already disregarded him
there is this man who does not know anymore how to live
no one cares
about his baldness, his wrinkled skin, his rambling thought
gnarled, whorled,
his arms do not know what to hold
his soul has no anchor
his mind whirls
his hopes all burned
he is ashed
but not gone
people laugh at him and twist their faces at his back
there is still a place for him in the roof of my empathy
he takes shelter here and on this last threshold his fears
at least, are gone momentarily
we shall touch him and we shall watch how he shall quiver
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The simple truth is that balding African-American men look cool when they shave their heads, whereas balding white men look like giant thumbs.
quote by Dave Barry
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Former Lee Warmer
In an upstairs room, under lock and key
It's my brother, Former Lee
All the mops and brooms keep him company
Misconceived of the family
Former Lee Warmer pulls up the covers to hide in his wrinkled bed
No dreams go in, no dreams go out of the hole in his wrinkled head
Former Lee Warmer
When I hear him play in his twisted key
That's the way he calls to me
On a silver tray, I keep the master key
In every way, he depends on me
Former Lee Warmer, an old smoking jacket - holes in his satin sleeves
Candle lit puddles, arthritic fingers, yellow stained ivory keys
In an upstairs room under lock and key
It's my brother, Former Lee
And after all these years, I've never heard him speak
I wonder what he thinks of me
Former Lee Warmer peeks out the window
When he feels really brave
Former Lee Warmer waves at his father
Out in the family grave
He's flesh and blood to me
I love him brotherly
But, I don't want to be Former Lee
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Passion Past
WERE I a boy, with a boy's heart-beat
At glimpse of her passing adown the street,
Of a room where she had entered and gone,
Or a page her hand had written on,--
Would all be with me as it was before?
O no, never! no, no, never!
Never any more.
Were I a man, with a man's pulse-throb,
Breath hard and fierce, held down like a sob,
Dumb, yet hearing her lightest word,
Blind, until only her garment stirred:
Would I pour my life like wine on her floor?
No, no, never: never, never!
Never any more.
Gray and withered, wrinkled and marred,
I have gone through the fire and come out unscarred,
With the image of manhood upon me yet,
No shame to remember, no wish to forget:
But could she rekindle the pangs I bore?--
O no, never! thank God, never!
Never any more.
Old and wrinkled, withered and gray,--
And yet if her light step passed to-day,
I should see her face all faces among,
And say,--'Heaven love thee, whom I loved long!
Thou hast lost the key of my heart's door,
Lost it ever, and forever,
Ay, forevermore.'
poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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Marry me forthwith, mother, for my face is growing wrinkled.
A Serpent-Face
His face was like a snake's -- wrinkled and loose
And withered--
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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But I would like to think that it's the actor that makes the difference in these cases. Not the director, not the guy that wrote the book, not the guy that adapted it for the screen, but the actor.
quote by Ray Walston
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A narrow fellow in the grass
A narrow fellow in the grass
Occasionally rides;
You may have met him,--did you not,
His notice sudden is.
The grass divides as with a comb,
A spotted shaft is seen;
And then it closes at your feet
And opens further on.
He likes a boggy acre,
A floor too cool for corn.
Yet when a child, and barefoot,
I more than once, at morn,
Have passed, I thought, a whip-lash
Unbraiding in the sun,--
When, stooping to secure it,
It wrinkled, and was gone.
Several of nature's people
I know, and they know me;
I feel for them a transport
Of cordiality;
But never met this fellow,
Attended or alone,
Without a tighter breathing,
And zero at the bone.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Cravat Or Turkey Neck
The visible signs of ageing
the bald head
I've been nearly bald
since my early
twenties
the Friar Tuck grey hair
the last remnant
of a great teenage
Elvis pompadour
the turkey neck
I could disguise
with a cravat
but that's not me.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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On Buddha's deathday
On Buddha's deathday,
wrinkled tough old hands pray –
the prayer beads' sound
poem by Matsuo Basho
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