A Poem by Norman 223

The "perils" and advantages of ageing




Exercise those little grey cells

Recall what went before.

 But you may confuse the details

Of what happened in days of yore.


You'll remember how you impressed your peers

With your skills, without any flaws

 But if you met those friends today

Would their version be like yours.


But we all seem to be Walter Mitty's

 Only remembering what we want to see.

For our memories are our private comfort.

When we're not sure what we'd like to be.


Then somehow contentment takes over

When our limitations are clear

For though you may lose the competitive urge

Your pride now has nothing to fear.

© 2021 Norman 223

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Great rhyme & rhythm thru-out this upbeat ditty to celebrate the pros & cons of having a creative memory. I love & agree with all your poetic suppositions, plus there's always a justification -- we're writers! We just exercise creative license when someone's memories about a situation don't match my own! I just read a book in 2 days (very compelling) about trying to reach the summit of K2 & this one climber dies, along with 3 Sherpas. Afterwards, team members make up s**t about the dead guy, saying he was fat & unfit to be climbing in the Himalayas! Man! With climbing partners like that, it's enuf to make you want to go it solo (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

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Norman 223

1 Month Ago

But I wonder how good THEIR memories are.......

1 Month Ago

That's exactly what I'm saying! Why should I believe THEM!?!??!
Norman 223

1 Month Ago

Just believe in yourself - that's my motto.

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Added on January 26, 2021
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Norman 223
Norman 223

Essex UK, United Kingdom

Now, having reached the age of 89 I'm still trying to write as an optimistic exercise in keeping senility at bay, although I reluctantly have to accept age,unreliable memory, pacemakers and synthet.. more..


A Poem by Norman 223