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©The Jest

 When skin sags with age,

And liver spots engage,

As joints scream in pain,

The skies fill with rain.

The mirrors now convey

Whiskers ugly gray,

 Peaked orbs set deep,

 Ever more to weep.

Puddles turn to streams,

The mind yet dreams

Fancy plots and schemes

On a myriad of themes!

What, then, is this clatter?

This Circling mass of matter?

But a simple and silly jest

Of a Planetary Guest?

 A poem by: BR Chitwood – August 23, 2018

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18 comments on “The Jest

  1. I can certainly relate, Billy Ray. Terrific poem.

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    1. I’ll never forget my first night home after the hip replacement – the pain pill and sleeping pill were on a collision course, had me hallucinating, angry, cursing…she won’t own up, but I think Julie was thinking ‘head replacement’! Keep getting better, good John! ♥

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      1. Or bullet injection. 😀

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      2. Ha, Ha, Ha! Glad Julie doesn’t like guns!!! ♥

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      3. Good thing. She hate bow and arrow any worse?

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      4. No bow and arrow for Julie! No time! She reads a book a day! I’m glad she has a FREE source – otherwise, I’d be broke! Yuk, yuk! ♥

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      5. She is a lucky woman. 😀

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      6. Keep trying to tell her that! Secretly, I believe she thinks so! ♥

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      7. That is a good thing.

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  2. Wow, I think this poem speaks for everyone. It did me. Well done, sir!!

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    1. Coming from a lady with a ‘p!owerful pen’ your comment means a lot to me! BR, Bill, Billy, Billy Ray, will do – I’m allegic to ‘sir’! ♥

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      1. Aww, thank you. And, noted…Billy Ray, it is!!! 😊

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      2. Thanks, ‘PP’, for ‘Powerful Pen’! You are so dubbed! ♥

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  3. Great poem. I love that no matter how old we get, the imagination is full of youth and vigor. 🙂

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    1. Thanks, Diana, for your nice words. ‘Young man in an old body! ♥

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  4. Terrific poem Billy Ray and I think we all relate in one way or another.. hugs ♥

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    1. Thanks, Sally, your support never lags, dear lady! ♥

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