Nothing is new – it's just rearranged! A Grumpy's Short-Lived Poetry Entry (Quatrains) |
Rearranged In the journey to this point in life I've weathered joy and pain and strife and as I've counted up the years I've marked times passage, not with tears, but like the rings within a tree I count the changes that I see. In my youth, I liked long hair; it was a style I used to wear. Now in the mirror I just stare longing for hair – but not everywhere. It still grows 'round my cheeks and mouth but all the rest is heading south! Back in the day, the music was loud and we'd dance all night with the Disco crowd. Now our social events are the parking lot waiting in line for a handicapped spot. Money is tight and we're no longer proud. We're now part of the Walmart crowd! Cars were important when we were young. A "Li'l Deuce Coupe" like the Beach Boys sung or a "Little Cobra" sung by the Rip Chords. Of course that was more than I could afford. I had always dreamed of a BMW. I've changed my dreams – a BM will do! They say if you want certainty then count on change! While some things are different and some just plain strange. Don't worry 'bout your mind – you're not deranged. Nothing is new – it's just rearranged! An entry for the "Grumpy's Short-Lived Poetry Contest" Prompt: Humor Poetry Form: Quatrain Line Count: 30 (You know us old folk like to ramble on ) |