OK, Laura, I took the challenge. One poem a day during Poetry Month. It may wind up being a quatrain or a couplet, and I may get them under the wire, just before the day ends, but here goes: 30 poems in 30 days.

by J. Randal Matheny © 2011

The young make plans for great success,
Their hearts awash in high ideals;
The old make do with less and less,
Untimely death close on their heels.

The middle ages toil for dreams,
Before they fade, escape their reach;
Hard work and progress their twin themes,
Given to action more than speech.

To one the future, another the past,
To yet a third, the present day:
All ominous signs that none can last,
The eternal tide will sweep away.

by J. Randal Matheny

Old age is a bummer, they say,
With dentures, bifocals, toupee;
Hair grows in the nose,
In the ears, on the toes;
But up on the pate it won’t stay.

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For some reason, a series of limericks on aging appeared in my poetry file over the last week. So I’ll post them here over the next few days. I started to find a picture of a bald head somewhere on the web, but with the present subtitle above by Dave Eggers,“The words are enough, if the words are good,” I decided against that. Continue reading