Joseph Anderson Poems
A Candid View On Aging
I sat before my desk last eve
To assess my current plight;
The things I see, you might agree,
Indicate a major blight.
My heartbeat is irregular
And, likewise are my bowels;
My appetite has flown the coop
While my nervous stomach growls.
My sex drive took a wrongway turn,
On life's highway, some miles back;
My drugs for that don't seem to work
So, I'm no good in the sack.
My bones keep going crackle-pop
And my back's in constant pain;
I have fungus on my toe nails
And my garden needing rain.
My teeth and hair are getting ...
The Candle's Burning Low
We met down at the city park,
Where old folk often go
And today he seemed unduly sad.
His thoughts were causing woe.
He spoke and this he told me,
In a mood of reverie;
''I hope the things I've said or done
Will merit memory.