©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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I'm a young man in an old man's body, trying to catch up to myself, trying to find pieces of me I left back in a disconnected youth and the early years of manhood. I'm a stereotype of many in my generation who can play the 'blame game', yell 'foul', and 'let's start over'. But, we are what we are, the sum of all the scary kid-emotions we experienced, the gin mills and piano bars that became our sandboxes of pleasure - lotus eaters of the best (or, worst) kind, the love affairs that did not quite settle us down, the sad poetry and songs written in bars and motels along the way... A Dreamer! A Wanderlust! The world needs such fools as we to write our books, our poetry, our songs, to offset the madness that plagues the soul.
I've written fourteen books, over three hundred blog posts, in search of those pieces left somewhere in many parts of the globe. You can preview my books on the next page. There's even a Blog page...all my posts are not showing on this recently created blog page, but, if you want to read more, go to my official blog site and check out the archives: http://www.thefinalcurtain1
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I can certainly relate, Billy Ray. Terrific poem.
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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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Or bullet injection. 😀
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Ha, Ha, Ha! Glad Julie doesn’t like guns!!! ♥
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Good thing. She hate bow and arrow any worse?
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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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She is a lucky woman. 😀
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Keep trying to tell her that! Secretly, I believe she thinks so! ♥
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That is a good thing.
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😀 ♥
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Wow, I think this poem speaks for everyone. It did me. Well done, sir!!
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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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Aww, thank you. And, noted…Billy Ray, it is!!! 😊
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Thanks, ‘PP’, for ‘Powerful Pen’! You are so dubbed! ♥
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Great poem. I love that no matter how old we get, the imagination is full of youth and vigor. 🙂
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Thanks, Diana, for your nice words. ‘Young man in an old body! ♥
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Terrific poem Billy Ray and I think we all relate in one way or another.. hugs ♥
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Thanks, Sally, your support never lags, dear lady! ♥
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