My hairline has made its retreat,
O’er the back of my head in defeat.
Up top it may lack,
But the hair on my back,
Could do with a “Wash-Rinse-Repeat”.
And the years have long since erased,
The taut, youthful look of my face.
My flat, rippled tum,
Now round as my bum,
A sixpack? Ha! More like a case.
Through these changes my wife has been,
Serene, kind, with fullness of Zen.
Your sweetness, my Dear,
Is almost as clear,
as your awful judgement in men.
- Steve
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Graphic Design. Illustration. Happy Dogs. Hidden Content
lol... sigmadog... I love this! The first stanza was sublime.. "wash rinse and repeat"... hahaaa... Anyway, I would love to read more of these... Thank you for sharing..
She lost herself in the trees,
among the ever-changing leaves.
She wept beneath the wild sky
as stars told stories of ancient times.
The flowers grew toward her light,
the river called her name at night.
She could not live an ordinary life,
with the mysteries of the universe
hidden in her eyes....
Author: Christy Ann Martine
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal....
Author unknown.
Brilliant! I admire the imagery, word choice, and good old vibes of natural aging accompanied with companionship. Thanks for sharing.
I love limericks and this one is so endearing!
I just love it all - especially the final limerick!
If you talk to a cat they look at you as if you are way below their intelligence to even listen.
However, when you talk to a dog they look at you with such admiration and really do seem to understand what you are saying.
Even if it is a bit silly...
...they still think you are wonderful.
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