Slipping down the slope of time
Losing contact with the fountain of youth.
I fretted about where I was heading
Down towards a well of back pain and creaking joints
Exciting was not the word for it
Slide (an acrostic poem)
Category Archives: life
Grief (an acrostic poem)
Going to strain carrying the emotional weight of the moment
Release is not an option, at least not yet.
It is the necessary work that must be done
Even if it leaves you crippled for the rest of your life
For without completing the arduous task, there is no finding catharsis
Map (an acrostic poem)
Maybe you’re looking for a new direction to go, a safe harbor to catch your breath?
Any port in a storm, but that’s not always the best approach, so…
Pull a Dora and take out your…
Fall (an acrostic poem)
Finding out gravity still works may be something cats excel at
And that can be bad enough, but when you are the subject of such an experiment
Learning once again that the ground is much harder and farther away the older you get, not good times
Look physics is really cool, until like, it isn’t.
Sell (an acrostic poem)
So much to get rid of around here.
Everything needs to be considered.
Let’s get rid of almost all of it!
Liking the idea of getting paid to do so, though.
Event (an acrostic poem)
Every day should be special.
Viewed as a once in a lifetime opportunity
Except too many people are living for the weekends.
Not living each day to its fullest.
That’s a shame, wasting away five days a week.
Crash (an acrostic poem)
Can do all the things, I know I can.
Really, it just means pushing a bit more.
And when that doesn’t work, maybe losing a bit more sleep.
Slipping further and further from optimal functioning, falling further and further behind
Heading toward the inevitable conclusion of a hard, hard…
Sack (an acrostic poem)
So many things were shoved into the bag such that it should only take one trip to get inside from the car.
And you would think that would be helpful since it is what it was designed for.
Couldn’t be further from the truth in this case.
Knowing the damn thing weighed like over 100 pounds.
Dated (an acrostic poem)
Didn’t believe it would ever come to this
As if time was the greatest jerk of all the jerkiest jerks
The muscle pains, the worsening eyesight, the fading memory
Everything might not be that bad, if looked at in the right light, but…
Despite trying to remain hip, all my pop culture references are now flat and …
Veil (an acrostic poem)
Viewing life through a gauzy sheet of emotions
Everything was fuzzy and slightly off color
It made things less scary and more comfy
Living that way also meant never really knowing what was real
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