Monday, November 14, 2005

Blog5: Growing old with Dr.Seuss

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.

9 comments:

emily said...

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. :)

Ragged Around the Edges said...

Uhoh, are you OK?

emily said...

the husband/mother-in-law combo is deadly.

Ragged Around the Edges said...

Doesn't sound like a good combo. Are you still there?

emily said...

Yes, until Wednesday!

Nan said...

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

DarkWood said...

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 :-)

Ragged Around the Edges said...

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?

Girl said...

I like it...give yourself more credit...although I agree...Cate's is well beyond my abilities.