Treasure Island

David Whalen

(5/18/38 / Covington Kentucky)

As We Age...


The feet shuffle a bit now
And the hands tremble relentlessly
But the mind is still sharp
Tho' wanders off on it's own
Now and then

Before returning quickly
To where it left off…
Glasses are thicker, as is the waist
And It seems one's throat
Always needs clearing

Thoughts still focus on the present
And on the future, while dwelling
Disproportionately
In memories and melancholy
And conscience and reflection
Become a cape ‘neath
Which to hide

Submitted: Sunday, March 17, 2013

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  • Anthony Di''anno (3/17/2013 2:57:00 PM)

    A very good poem David. I'm just into my fifties and bits are starting to show signs of wear. My mind wanders a lot further than my hands are allowed to these days. Thanks for the heads up. I guess it's all downhill from here. It needs to be. I probably couldn't get up one :) (Report) Reply

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