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Aging
by Rick HamrickIt seems that, despite my best denials,
my strongest intent otherwise, my most-fervent
wishes, I am getting older.
Wiser? More mature? Of more value
to my family or planet? I dare not offer an answer,
as there is no way to determine one today.
But, the aging part is clear for all to see--
pick your favorite indicator: wrinkles? Sagging?
Forgetfulness? I can show you all of these, and more.
Yet, deep inside, I am still 11...
I love baseball, even though I am
in no danger of becoming good at it.
I know far more about sports statistics than
I do about women...well, girls.
Little concerns me, nothing causes worry.
Okay...there is that one issue with how,
exactly, one kisses a girl. It is only a theoretical
concern at this time, but still.
Today, back in this old body, I now can say with certainty
that kissing a woman is only matched, and
only sometimes, by causing a woman to laugh.
It is life's blessing that aging doesn't cause
one bit of slowing in one's talent for giving women
a good laugh, even if you don't get to kiss them much anymore.
02/20/2008 Posted on 05/20/2008
Copyright © 2024 Rick Hamrick
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 05/20/08 at 05:00 PM I absolutely adore this poem! My gray haired sweetheart is utterly genius at both kissing and making me laugh. The best laughs are usually at something dufus he's done and how he reacts to it. Going in my favorites and my pick for potd. Great stuff. (if you happen to be aging yourself with great protest and greater squeaky bones and such...) |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 05/21/08 at 03:13 AM I think, deep inside, I'm still about 17. LOL! This is great! I don't know what age your "old" is, but it fits. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/15/08 at 06:21 AM Being old, myself, the poem has a special meaning to me. I love what you say about women and your relationship with them. Also - and maybe this is just ME - I sense the particle of confusion a man feels as he ages and the wonder. Very evocative for me. |
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