[stylist] Poem - "Ageing" - First Draft

[William L Houts]

Thank you, Shawn and Eve.  I had been away from my poetry for two months 
or so, and was starting to feel anxious about my ability to continue 
writing them; such a dumb whip to flog oneself with!  Anyway, I'm so 
glad that the poem speaks to you.


--Bill








On 4/28/2015 8:56 PM, Pagan Tree wrote:
> Very deep and haunting for such a common human condition. In short, I 
> think it is beautiful The kind that would be reread over and over 
> again. Thanks for sharing.
> Eve
>
> On Tue, Apr 28, 2015 at 10:12 AM, Jacobson, Shawn D via stylist 
> <stylist at nfbnet.org <mailto:stylist at nfbnet.org>> wrote:
>
>     Yeah Bill
>
>     I kind of like that one.  I think 48 was when I starte to notice
>     aches and pains that persisted.
>
>     Shawn
>
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>
>     Hi Gang,
>
>
>     Wrote a poem today after being away from my morning desk for a few
>     months.  This one's about those creaky bones we all get after
>     several decades contending with gravity.  It's just a little bit
>     morbid, I think, but not grossly so, or so I hope.
>
>
>     --Bill
>
>
>     ---
>
>     Aging
>
>     I'm not so old, as reckoned now: only 48,
>
>     with stalwart bravest hair,an air
>
>     of faint resign, and mind engraving lines of light,
>
>     one hopes, instead of jangled body grousing.
>
>     I house my hopes, my hymns, in stanzas
>
>     silver blue and full of moon.
>
>     and rising sun as well. Death, that jealous queen
>
>     is on my heels, if not my heart:I start
>
>     to scribe some wisdom verse, no better than antacid ads
>
>     if not much worse. My shudder bones are ache with rue:
>
>     complaint for pains incurred two decades past.
>
>     I'll last another decade; two, if I can watch
>
>     my judder step, and always brush my teeth and sparsing hair
>
>     and serve the mind, our body's mayor.
>
>
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>
>
>     --
>
>
>     "Oh, Sophie!  Whyfore have you eated all de cheeldren?"
>
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"Oh, Sophie!  Whyfore have you eated all de cheeldren?"