Changing With Age Poem by Phil Soar
Changing With Age
Maybe I'll decide to grow my hair
Make it look like I don't care
Have a ponytail behind my head
At sixty-eight, would it give me 'cred'?
I'd love to figure what the neighbours think
As they look through the window by the kitchen sink
"what's happened to phil, has he lost his mind? "
Or is it his age that has been unkind
Monday, September 14, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: humour,old age
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5/16/2024 1:01:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautiful humourous poem has been delineated by you at the age of 68. Every lines are interesting to read. Thanks a lot.