Golden Years

Poesy plus Polemics

oldage “Old Couple” by James Coates

mornings come early
and often
when bladder
resolves to rebel
dawn irrelevant
body clock wobbles
and creaks through
bent gears
while the calendar
chortles with ridicule

hourglass sands
leak from
stress cracks
slip into
dry cartilage
joints complain pain
eyesight droops
and demurs
veiled by cataracts
hairs flee the scalp
for a circular spree
round the drain

golden years
a phrase
cruelly coined
I’m convinced
by some wise ass
too young
to appreciate
old father time
has no sense of
remorse or for that
matter humor

From my book Ephemera

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