honey everyone expects lovers to jot down some romantic lines about their undying love and endless passion but child with bad backs artificial hips and arthritic joints we’re lucky to handle passionate kissing and stand up hugging time’s taken its toll lord knows things ain’t perfect but you’re my pure joy
lord knows i’ve my share of pain ’bout the same as other folks i suspect so there’s no need for me to list for you what ain’t right you’d just pull out a checkbox list of yours marking off what we share and when we’d compare you might be worse off than me so you see ain’t nothing more for me to say ‘cept i be keeping on
that’s the old folks’ porch they would sit and reminisce ’bout their youth love and lifelong friends who’ve passed away i’ve saved you a seat let’s talk
weight and health problems so easily criticized lots of free advice but aging’s the real issue life like the play black elk speaks becomes a barren cold stage
life’s full of failures
with youth’s thin cloth worn by fools
faced with winter’s wind
while those who are old don cloaks
heavy with youth’s memories
pretending it keeps them warm
the end
seems to be made
of
broken pieces
parts
like hearts
that
now seem
to fail
and arms
too weak
to hold
what once
seemed
quite light
oh
this growing old
seems to be made
of
broken pieces
minds
full of history
but
no one
to listen
nor
will it hold
new thoughts
like before
oh
this growing old
is
full of
broken
pieces
Read Between the Minds 