Acapulco Gold to Golden Ages
Yesterday, I awoke and looked in the bathroom mirror.
I saw a teenager with acne staring at me.
I went to my paper box and got the daily newspaper.
I opened it and went right to the comic page.
I called up my undocumented street pharmacist
And went and purchased some killer weed.
Today, I awoke, and looked in the bathroom mirror
I saw an old guy with age spots staring at me.
I went to my paper box and got the daily newspaper.
I opened it went right to the obituaries.
I got in my SUV and went to the hardware store
Where I purchased some weed killer.
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Out to Pasture
I’m at that age where the first thing I read
In the local daily newspaper are the obituaries.
I’ve never been into any kind of sports
So I find obituaries that declare the deceased
Was a lifelong Cleveland Browns fan really sad.
A lifelong Pittsburgh Steeler fan is even sadder.
The saddest obit says the deceased
Loved to tinker in their garden.
A garden robbed me of my youth.
I didn’t let it rob me of my adulthood.
I want my obituary to declare
He never wrote a poetry book
Because he preferred reading
his fresh crop of poems live
and hearing other poet’s fresh produce.
He was a lifelong poetry farmer.
“May our obituaries someday say–preferably after we’re dead, of course–that we lived in peace, in love, and mostly in grace”
― Jaime Jo Wright, The Reckoning at Gossamer Pond
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