I may be old some day they say
I may be crooked, wrinkled and gray
I doubt I wear purple and beads
Go about the garden tossing seeds.
I may, I just might
Start waking with the light
Going to bed early at night
My hair in a bun, pulled back tight.
I think it possible. I suspect it to be
That people might take a long look at me
Is she the cat lady, they may think
As I peer out the window, over the sink.
I may buy shoes that don't hurt my feet
I may sit on the porch and gaze at the street
I may grow peonies along my walk
And pause with neighbors for a long talk.
I hope with all might that as I slump
As I watch my sagging rump
That he will love me just the same
And be able to remember my name.
This is my first installment for Blog5. Each day they send a challenge and subject and you attempt to rise up to the challenge. I think on this one I fell flat.
Monday, November 14, 2005
Blog5: Growing old with Dr.Seuss
So sayeth
Ragged Around the Edges
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Monday, November 14, 2005
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9 comments:
On the verge of running screaming down the street, I read your Dr Seuss-esque poem. Thank you. I will not pull out my hair just yet. :)
Uhoh, are you OK?
the husband/mother-in-law combo is deadly.
Doesn't sound like a good combo. Are you still there?
Yes, until Wednesday!
I just turned the computer on a little after 7pm and found your comment. Thank you so much for alerting me to the Blog 5 starting today. I had forgotten when it was supposed to happen. I felt a little pressed for time on it but got it done. The last two lines of yours says it all for me. I love the sentiment there. Cate
Heyas fellow Blog5'er! No, you didn't fall flat at all. Considering I normally approach poetry as blank verse, I was amazed I even threw something together that approximated a rhyme scheme. But I think, by comparison, you've definitely shown me up!
And being from nearby Tennessee, I can definitely understand your profile sentiment of having it easier opening to complete strangers rather than family and friends. I imagine dear 'ol Erma Bombeck put it best when she wrote of Family: The Ties That Bind...and Gag :-)
Gee, guys, thanks for the kudos. I am hating the line about the sink and am resisting the urge to jump in and change it.
You gotta love family, without them you wouldn't be here, right?
I like it...give yourself more credit...although I agree...Cate's is well beyond my abilities.
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