When I am old
Does it mean I’ll be wise?
How far will I see
With my tired old eyes?
If I become frail
And a little bit ill
I’ll need to know
What’s over the hill
To see what’s beyond
I’ll climb to the peak
At least, that’s the plan
If my legs aren’t too weak.
Once I’m there
I’ll look back on my life
Good times and sadness
Happiness, strife
So if I am wise
And if I can see
And need no assistance
When having a pee
I’ll be happy old chappy!
I can’t resist adding one of my favourite songs of all time, Old and Wise by the Alan Parsons Project.
For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers which is hosted by Priceless Joy. The photo is by Yinglan
Something different from yourself and from the rest of the entries this week Keith, and all the more enjoyable for it 🙂
Variety is the spice of life Iain, that and curry powder!
Hi Keith – well done … and I’m trying to think of a verse about standing down wind as you go about your busyness! Cheers Hilary
Now, who’s being wise? Thanks, Hilary
Hahahaha! Cute poem! I really enjoyed it.
I’m delighted! Thanks PJ
A charmi9ng poem Keith, upbeat and philosophical.
I wonder what Sigmund Freud would have made of it! Cheers WWM
Loved it❤️😁
Thanks so much.
Lovely verse, if those hills get to hard, I reckon i’ll get an electric bike, preferably with fat tyre,
Why didn’t I think of that? Cheers, Mike.
Older i will certainly get if i am blessed to continue living. Wiser depends on me. As for being able to take myself to the facilities, i hope for that to the very end!
I’m with you all the way! Thanks, Mimi.
Ha ha ha. All the best for that Keith 🙂
Thanks Anurag
Keith, would you mind if I share this poem as a ‘reblog’ at some point?
~David