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Seasons Slow

by George Hoerner

i see it beginning
the mind starts to close
little things like
what was i supposed to buy?
what is his/her name?

all the things
you’ve taken for granted
through years of living
are starting to slide away

the muscles no longer
carry as they once did
bones complain about the weight
tendons and ligaments
have fought the fight
and are losing

the sun no longer
seems to shine as bright
colors no longer
carry the hue as
they fall from the box

my body has always
taken itself for granted
asking no more than it gave
a little food and water
some rest now and again

like the seasons
making their rounds
mine are starting to slow
and no doubt
will stop all too soon

03/26/2009

Posted on 03/27/2009
Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/27/09 at 07:10 PM

Heartbreaking and just beautifully written. It's all about making use of the time you've got, and I think you make this wonderfully, painfully clear.

Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 03/27/09 at 10:10 PM

since i could never remember anyone's name to begin with i guess that's one less thing i have to look forward to losing.

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/27/09 at 11:12 PM

...uhhh, george did you write this about me? the gabe says it...everything, goooood write, achingly good.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/27/09 at 11:50 PM

Parts of me are not far behind you; parts of me are in total denial! Ha! You've described this process all too well. Thank you.

Posted by Fredrich Mohre on 03/28/09 at 01:47 AM

Hey John eeer jack...josh...oh hell you know what your name is ...welcome to the world of us walking tslking non remembering souls...the fun is I can laugh and make fun of myself thats what makes us keep on goin....read my Rooster Tails and Mia Culpa Mr Scarecrow its all about US my friend god bless.....What was ur name again????Fred

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/31/09 at 12:37 PM

I'm almost in that same geriatric boat, George and when I am completely aboard, I may now and then forget your name, but I will never forget you.

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/31/09 at 03:24 PM

As we grow older. our memory starts going-it's a normal part of the aging process. I can remember my Dad going through everyone's name until he got to the right one. I have started writing things down. so I don';t forget. The seasons DO slow- and you've expressed that eloquently in this wonderful write!

Posted by Elizabeth Hoadley on 04/01/09 at 12:09 PM

As you start to slow, I start to appreciate life that much more. Thank you George, great work.

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 04/02/09 at 12:10 PM

Don't despair yet, George..there's still life in the wilderness of advancing age...grab it, before you can't.

Posted by Laurie Blum on 04/02/09 at 03:49 PM

Every year I have to do more and more to stay in shape! (Maybe it just seems like more!) Great commentary on the aging bones!

Posted by Maude Curtis on 04/03/09 at 02:56 PM

Oh yes George the body is slowing, it's telling us that we've done our part, now it's time to smell the roses, watch the sunsets and love the ones around us while we can.

Posted by Wendy Sparling on 04/03/09 at 11:52 PM

I'm running out of season's myself. Great poem, George. My POTD pick for today.

Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 04/06/09 at 03:45 PM

You and I know some of the same ailments when it comes to tendons and ligaments it seems but my mind is a different story, it forgets how old it is and trys to act younger all the time. smh

Posted by Scott Utley on 04/07/09 at 02:32 AM

... you - but you are immortal!

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