Senior Reprive
The days grow colder
Months seem like days
Suddenly you’re older
“Yet another castaway”
Life gave you great wisdom
The young refuse to hear
They’re too busy having fun
“Leave us alone” they sneer
The days grow short
Health begins to fail
Gone is life’s support
Blue skies grow pale
Your weary soul phones Grim Reaper
Death delayed? ? ?
‘Ole Reap” forgot turn on his beeper
poem by Ray Lucero
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Days
- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by David Bowie
Hold me tight
Keep me cool
Going mad
Don't know what to do
Do I need a friend?
Well I need one now
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
All I've done
I've done for me
All you gave
You gave for free
I gave nothing in return
And theres little left of me
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
With redeyed pain I'm knocking on your door again
My crazy brain in tangles pleading for your gentle voice
Those storms keep pounding through my faded heart
I'll play your sooth my sorry soul
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
song performed by by David Bowie
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Nine Weeks
Because I don’t want to know that you are going
And I’m sick of ignoring the problem of absence
I’ll miss you so much and that truth burns
So just let me be so I can prepare
For nine weeks of hell and
63 days of isolation
Because friends aren’t always enough
We grow fonder, in rage
We grow fonder, in sorrow
We grow fonder from lust
Nine weeks of hell
And 63 days of isolation
Few days of joy within them
I want this to end
I want this to stop
But you must leave
And we must suffer
We grow older apart
And for now we are children, ignorant and oblivious
To the chore of true love,
And the respect of each other's maturity
poem by Casey Stewart
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A Love Long Forgot
As I grow older and older, I feel my love from you grow colder and colder. As I hug you like I always do, I feel a change within you. Your hearts isn't like it used to be, not towards me. Now I feel like our spark has left, and you leave me in regret. I still remember when you loved me a lot, now I'm just a love long forgot.
I sit at the place we first met, you don't even remember the place I bet. How we used to sit under the trees all the days, but now we go our different ways. What happen to the man I once knew better than any girl around, who knew me better than any man in this town? I guess he left me like the other lot, and now I'm a love long lost.
poem by Alice Spakrs
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September Song
When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me the waiting game
If a maid refused me with a tossing curls, oh,
I let the old earth, take a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears in prays of pearls
And as time came around she came my way
As time came around she came
For its a long, long while, from May to December
And the days grow short, when you reach September
And I have the lost my tears, and the walking in the little rain
Hey honey, I haven't gotta time for gaining Waiting Game
And the days turn to crawl(?grow old?) as they grow few
September, November
And these few colden(?golden?) days I'd like to spend 'em with you
These golden days, I'd like to spend 'em with you
And the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And I'm not quite a quip for the waiting game
I have a little money, and I have a little pain
And these few golden days, as the days grow so few
These golden days, I'd like to spend 'em with you
These precious golden days, I'd like to spend 'em with you
September song, September song
September song, September song
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Four Feelings
It's funny when the leaves start to fall,
After they switch colors with each other,
And the days become shorter.
The bonfires grow taller,
And the school days drag on.
It's funny when the nights grow two times colder, sometimes three,
The fire grows warmer,
And the family ties snap closer.
When a blanket isn't worth near as much as a warming hug.
It's funny when the snow turns to sludge,
Snowmen melt down the drain,
and the world fills with illuminating colors.
When the bees come out of the hives to feed off the blooming buds.
It's funny when you start to wear shorts and it feels like Christmas just went by.
When school lets out for the summer, and the boredom begins.
Where popsicles and ice cream aren't enough to keep you cool.
When all you really want to do is find a nice cold swimming pool.
When friends grow older, more memories are shared.
poem by Bria Floyd
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Winter and Summer
Winter
Snow covered
Days grow shorter
Fun filled snow days
Cold bitter season of warmth
Long days of relaxation
Days grow longer
No school
Summer
poem by Kristina Lybbert
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We Live In An Ageist Society
We live in an ageist society where ageing people are treated as second class
Where the ageing man and ageing woman are seen as inferior to the young man and the young lass
And the older you get life gets harder the future belong to the young
And so many on retirement pensions are lonely, forgotten and unsung.
They worked hard for to raise their children but they will end their days in a retirement home
And their children don't visit them often 'twould seem that their usefulness they have outgrown,
One might say they've had a good innings though nothing easy came their way
And I do not find it consoling to think their lot will be my lot one day.
I fear growing old more than I fear death their last few years so few enjoy
But I suppose that there is consolation to know that the wealthy too grow old and die
And life too will go on without them their money will not keep them alive
The Reaper one day he will claim them though to an old age they survive.
We live in an ageist society and ageism is on the increase
One can feel happy for the dear departed at least they can now rest in peace
Rejected in their old age and lonely with only their good memories left to recall
And only the Reaper awaits them the Reaper who waits for us all.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Help Myself
A hungry boy
In a town of one hundred more
The food is out the door
Makes me want to help myself, help my-
A river red
Pouring from the side of his head
A bullet through the brain
Make him feel different today
Oh, colder grow the days
Oh, must faster pass the years by
til we die
A treasure not my own
I take it, tuck it, nobody will notice
Well that suits me well
Big house, big yard, help myself, help myself
You know, every once in a while
To help the helpless comes into style
Mercy, mercy mile
1-800-help-myself, help myself
Oh, colder grow the days
Oh, much fast pass the years by
Oh, colder grow the days
Oh, much faster pass the years by
til we die
Summers here were dancing in the daisies
Summers rain burns holes in the flowers
Dangerous hours
Dangerous hours
Dangerous hours
Every now and then
Tv preachers tell of heaven
Redemption for a penny a soul
1-800- help-yourself, help yourself
Help yourself, oh
Summers here, were swimming in the river
Summer rain, come down, come down, come down, come down yeah
Summers here, were dancing in the daisies
Summer rain burns holes in the flowers
Dangerous hours
Dangerous hours
Dangerous hours
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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But I Was Never Alone
I had to grow up,
Early.
There was no sheltered path,
Protecting steps...
I was made to correct.
By a sibling older...
I knew as I grew.
I had to grow up,
Early.
With a consciousness,
Of what to do.
And to face those consequences,
I lived to go through.
There were days of resentment.
There were days I spent alone.
There were days I wished,
For a childhood that was childish.
And today I am grateful,
For all of those experiences.
I learned through mistakes made,
And heartaches too.
I learned to listen,
With introspective comprehension.
My battles I fought.
And with time I recognized,
Those blessings to me God has brought!
I had to grow up,
Early.
With a consciousness,
Of what to do.
And to face those consequences,
I lived to go through.
But I was...
Never alone,
To be alone on my own.
And this to me,
God has shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Winter
Winter comes; and our complaints
Grow apace as summer faints,
Waning days grow dull and drear,
Something tells, too well, I fear,
That I've found a germ or two;
Something seems - ee! - ah! Tish-OO.
Subthig certigly does tell
That I'b very far frob weel.
Ad I'b cadging cold, I fear
As the wading days grow near,
Winter cubs; ad our complades
Grow apace as subber fades.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Sailin On
You dont want me anymore
So I walk through the door
I play the game right from the start
I trust you, you use me, now my lifes all torn apart
So Im sailing, yeah Im sailing on
Im moving, yeah Im moving on
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on
Tried to see if Ill give up
But there wasnt any luck
Its a fact, a fact of life
Thats the game, game of strife everything is all in stride
So Im sailing, yeah Im sailing on
Im moving, yeah Im moving on
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on
So Im sailing, yeah Im sailing on
Im moving, yeah Im moving on
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on
Too many years with too many tears
And too many days with none to say
So how will we know when theres nowhere to grow
The fact of life, life too short oh
Theres too many years with too many tears
Theres too many days with none to say no, no
So how will we know when theres nowhere to grow
The fact of life, the fact of life yeah
Too many years with too many tears
And too many days with none to say
So how will we know when theres nowhere to grow
The fact of life, life too short oh
song performed by by No Doubt
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In the Shadow
In the shadow
I live in the shadow
the shadow of the mountain
Vesuvius.
the days are warm
The soil is fertile
I grow olives and I grow
rich.
Long ago the mountain rumbled
spewing lava, pumice stone
Pliny told us of the horror
Pompeians dying in their homes.
the days are warm
The soil is fertile
I grow olives and I grow
old..
Life in good in greater Naples
We live in an expensive home
every now and then a rumble
vulcan working at his forge
poem by John F. McCullagh
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I Grow Old
I grow old I should feel the cold
I grow old I should have grey hair
I grow old I should sit and stare
I grow old I should have false teeth
I grow old I should have poor sight
I grow old I should forget to write
I grow old I should have aches and pains
I grow old I should 'stroll down memory lane'
I grow old I should walk with a stick
But as I grow old I KICK ASS!
And that's about it!
poem by Yvette Smith
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Grow
Grow.
Difficult it is.
And in the doing,
It is magical too.
If you,
Allow yourself to grow.
And not gloat upon your sensitivities.
With emotions on your sleeve to show.
Slow and determine,
To acquire knowledge.
And not upon it sit.
Become more inquisitive...
About life as it exists.
Don't permit,
Given criticisms to stop your quest.
The more that is learned,
The more of them...
May just manifest.
Grow.
It will become easy to be embittered,
By all that appears stagnant.
But a patience that develops,
Will within you begin to navigate...
Over obstacles and things that irritate.
You can and will,
Grow.
Show it with defined purpose.
Grow.
Don't fear ignorance.
Grow.
Overcome it like hopping a fence.
You can and will,
Grow.
Don't sit and bemoan your fate.
Grow.
Ignorance is not bliss.
Grow,
Ignorance can twist,
An unconscious mind into bits!
You can and will,
Grow.
Like a flower that blooms.
And reaches towards the sky.
Grow.
Do not deny it as life passes you by!
Grow.
Learn to fly and soar!
You can and will,
Grow.
Make opportunities for yourself,
And unlock...
All of those locked up doors,
You allowed to close before.
You can and will,
Grow.
Difficult it is.
Grow.
And in the doing.
Grow.
You can and will,
Grow.
It is magical too.
Grow.
If you decide to...
Grow.
Grow.
Grow.
Allow yourself to grow.
And not gloat upon your sensitivities.
With emotions on your sleeve to show.
You can and will,
Grow!
And let that be your mission.
Grow.
Knowing it is your ammunition.
Grow.
You can and will,
Grow.
Grow.
Grow!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feelings on Life
Even as I grow older
And my poor feet grow colder
I still have feelings on life
And opinions about my dead wife
Life is like a flower
Full of so much power
Life is like fresh baked bread
Even when you'd rather die instead
Life is like a scary ride
Or the changing of the tide
Life is like a good nights sleep
(Or maybe not sleep...)
Life is like a crying baby
Who needs some love and maybe, just maybe...
A pacifier
Life is good.
poem by Gerald Flippinhanger
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Sonnet: This Is Life
If life appears suddenly very cold,
Just pull your blanket o’er; wait for sometime;
The young someday must grow and become old,
And warmth returns to every home and door.
If life looks lonely all of a sudden,
Don’t you worry; it means someone will come;
Lies in your hands to make all things happen;
So work towards a goal and don’t be dumb.
If life suddenly makes you to feel sick,
’Tis time you paid attention to your health;
No light must flicker when it burns by wick;
A sound mind in a sound body is wealth.
Both joys and sorrows come in life always,
And make our stay memorable all days.
poem by John Celes
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Love Sonnet 167 Black Colors My Days, It's A Waste Of Night
Black colors my days, it's a waste of night,
In dark stark raiment, it cloaks of my heart,
For love has dimmed, the bright days seemed in blight,
Its dark hues tint, even dreams that depart;
Yet, nary is there picture without shades,
No returns to wait, if you did not leave,
And with much exposure, novelty fades,
Makes your absence, bit easier to bereave;
Life is not all garden where roses grow,
For with it thrive the weeds which cause the pain,
And mark, that blue skies make not the rainbow,
It's the sunshine, with some help from the rain;
........Let my bright days be rained by your coming,
........If that assures rainbows will be showing.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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The paradox of life
the night does not fall my dear, it is only your eyes, that close,
that what make us so busy, we always tend to make ourselves
easy, though in reality we want to go easy go lucky
full of contradiction, an irony what we feel, a great paradox of
what we want to do and just easy to let it go, when anybody who
is hungry, God immediately filled it with sweet honey and when
everybody is lazy, He punish it thoroughly
God don't want us to leave alone, so crazy to accept, yet very
holding to take, so vague, of nowhere to stand, to short to
understand, then what makes a man, to love more than what
is being done, in the creation, we are the number one
is this the faith that tells of what care God wants us to feel, is the
kingdom of God has come in the midst of everything that man
has done, so cruel, that one has to know, that He is the God,
who never complaint of everything he made, a feature that
shows, He is not you
so all seeds, must grow in the vineyards he sow, let the weed
may grow side by side with you, for days will come that, all be
harvested into one, segregated each and every one, where the
ripe may go for the grain is ready to be stored properly and
milled it as may go, tow as it flows
all men has to submit, for the kingdom is ready, and the life we
take is on the way, as the sower say the judgment is near and
salvation is clear
let my heart desire, in my soul make it true, for in my path i know
i am only planted in the paradise of heaven, i grow, in God let it
be true
poem by Antonio Liao
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My Life Was Loving You
Where are my nights?
My days?
My mind?
When will I find,
You taking the time..
To be here with me?
Suddenly,
I am out of reach.
And you say...
Time you spend with me is not your need.
Maybe you'll believe it,
When my shoulder gets colder.
Maybe you'll believe it,
When I pack up and leave.
Maybe you'll believe it,
When you're gray and older...
My life was loving you,
With love for you to keep.
Suddenly,
I am out of reach.
And you say...
Time you spend with me is not your need.
Where are my nights?
My days?
My mind?
When will I find,
You taking the time..
To be here with me?
Maybe you'll believe it,
When my shoulder gets colder.
Maybe you'll believe it,
When I pack up and leave.
Maybe you'll believe it,
When you're gray and older...
My life was loving you,
With love for you to keep.
My life was loving you,
With love for you to keep.
Maybe you'll believe it,
When my shoulder gets colder.
My life was loving you,
With love for you to keep.
Maybe you'll believe it,
When you're gray and older.
My life was loving you,
With love for you to keep.
Oh, oh, oh and...
My life was loving you,
With love for you to keep.
But there's no more...
Love for you to keep.
No more...
Love for you to keep.
No more love...
Here for you to keep!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Grow Old
i grow old, i grow old
i shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled
and steal from TS Eliot
thinking no-one knows
i grow old, i grow old
i shall cease to do what i am told
and stay in bed till sunset
when the weather gets too cold
i grow old, i grow old
i shall only wear my crumpled clothes
and look disdainfully at others
when they roll up their nose
i grow old, i grow old
i shall watch events unfold
and take a greater pleasure
in an elder statesman role.
i grow old, i grow old
i shall never play lawn bowls
and never will watch cricket
that's too boring for the soul.
i grow old, i grow old
but i shall never be so bold
as to admonish others
when my views they do not hold.
poem by David Keig
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