Missing Youth

Have you seen it?

 

Have you seen my missing youth?

The one I've always had?

With no goodbye, it just went poof!

And fled like blowing sand

 

Just yesterday, or day before

I climbed the tallest trees

But now the steps to my front door

Cause creaking in my knees

 

All throughout this place called home

Someone goes to town

Sneaking in while I am gone

And moving things around

 

Is that mirror on the wall

Haunted by some geezer?

That’s not my face, after all

With eyebrows needing tweezers

 

I can hardly reach my toes

When trying, I abort

Some villain’s work, don't you know

That made my arm grow short!

Author's Note

This is what'll happen to ya if you insist on waking up every morning.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I found your missing youth. It's in my baby daughter's eyes. It's just the cycle moving forward you understand, it's nothing personal...we have to grow old...die and leave our thoughts behind hoping someone will find them worthwhile. It's what poets and storytellers do. I think it's a better legacy than many...but children are our real legacy...inspire one and your life was not spent in vain.

[Samuel Dickens]

Thanks, Fabian, You're right, of course. I see it in my grandchildren. Growing old can be a beautiful thing.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

It's easier when you start with a beautiful soul like yours my friend. God bless you and yours.

[Lady Glitter]

Lol, to the poem AND your note! Had to read when I saw that darling fellow Magoo. This light and delightfully entertaining verse helped me to see the humor in growing older. Not so difficult to believe some of those things. I have misplaced something and vehemently insisted that someone moved it or hid it from me :D I really believed what I was saying!

I owed you one. I always keep records if I can't return the favor right away. Shared at Linkedin too!

[Samuel Dickens]

Thank you, m'lady. Dad told a story about his father looking all over for his pipe, and finally finding it in his mouth. I guess I'm not quite that bad yet.

[Lady Glitter]

Wow. Hilarious :D That certainly beats searching for the hat that's on the head, lol. Take care.

[Sue]

True but inside we are all still 12 years old running around like mad :) This made me smile Samuel especially after hearing my knees crack when I got off my bicycle this afternoon :)

[Samuel Dickens]

So you know what I mean! Thank you, Sue, I'm happy it made you smile.

[Lydia Shutter]

Absolutely delightful look at the aging process....and I can relate all too well. Loved the humor in this one and the rhyming was flawless. Lydi**

[Samuel Dickens]

Thank you, Lydi. Hopefully, there's no geezer in your mirror.

[Lydia Shutter]

Nah, just a lady whose blonde hair has lots of silver in it now! :)

[s y e]

This is so clever, Sam - Sorry I haven't read you recently. I have a lot of catching up to do! I loved it, and it does creep up on us all, eventually!

[Samuel Dickens]

Thanks, Noodle. You won't be feeling any of those maladies for a long, long time, thank goodness.

[Mic]

Ha! So true, Sam. Guess we can only hope the mind never catches up with our bodies. Well done!

[Samuel Dickens]

Thanks, Mic. Yes, our minds must never think old thoughts.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Clever with the write of this one...I felt as a reader in each stanza the struggles of the whole poem...you give us that effect in the lines...all the way to the finish...

[Samuel Dickens]

Thank you, Glen. I'm happy you enjoyed it.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

U r welcome...I have to come back and read more of your work...

[Seashell]

Haaaa I abso loved this !! I wish it was longer :-)

Ty xx

[Samuel Dickens]

Thank you, Seashell. I was going to make it longer, but had to take my nap.

[Seashell]

Ok so now you're awake... I await :-)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it's been sneaking up on me too...

i feel this poem Sam...

the ways we start back off from the reckless abandon we used to exude.

oh yes, you have said it so well...

jacob

[Samuel Dickens]

Thank you, Jacob. It's much better to make jokes than to cry.

[Rita L. Sev]

Is that mirror on the wall
Haunted by some geezer?

My mirror has a stranger's face, too - something's up! This is an entertaining poem, Sam, playing whimsically with the reality of getting older. But, since I do insist on waking up each day, I will embrace whatever may come...

[Samuel Dickens]

Thanks, Rita. May you keep waking up for the next 100 years.

[Rita L. Sev]

That is my plan... to live the words of the Italian toast, "Cent anni!" (had a grandmother make it almost to 99, so I know it can be done...) You keep going, too, Sam - you have more stories to share!

[Marie]

The alternative to waking up is worse.