At Sea

Waves.
That is all.

Aging

We’re falling apart.
From head to toes,
From North to South,

All parts must go.

We’re forgetting things
We used to know.
From basic to complex,
From fast to slow.

There’s other problems,
This was just a little bit.
I had even more problems,
I don’t know where I wrote it.

Wine improves with aging,
So does imported cheese.
My life has turned to vinegar,
So, can I stop aging, please?

I wrote a poem at fifty-four,
It wasn’t bad, I think.
But that was a year ago,
Now, I need a drink.

I don’t really feel that old.
Age is all in the mind, I see.
So, I guess I’ll pick a random time,
Let’s say, I’m forty-three.

In spite of all the Facebook posts,
My expression is still stony.
I’ve finally admitted to myself,
I’ll never get a pony.

A woman’s gray is pure evil.
Bottles fight it all their life.

A man’s gray is distinguished.
It starts once they get a wife.

Pets are not children,
They don’t even date.
They never go to college,
They can sleep in a crate.

Pets are not children,
Even if they wear clothes.
Do you think about your child,
Where did he last stick that nose?

Pets are not children,
They will play all day long.
And the other parents
Can’t say they’re doing it wrong.

Pets are not children,
They can play all alone.
But when it gets really quiet,
They’re destroying your home.

Pets are not children,
Some would say they’re more.
However, I don’t think my child
Ever peed on the kitchen floor.

Waiting for words
To fall onto my paper.

Waiting.

Maybe I need wider paper.

For God so loved the world,
He sent His only begotten Son.

Apparently, He also sent
Chocolate bunnies and
Multi-colored eggs.

Yet, He also created a week
That is one-seventh Mondays.

After yesterday’s Monday,
I’m thinking He’s batting .500
Which is still not bad.