A long hallway to walk,
For some coffee and “pop”…
Ice cream, too,
Wrapped for you,
A very brief time to shop.
–
Finding this exercise,
So conveniently-sized…
Needing the cane
Down-back again,
During days, often supervised!
–
Allowed to walk around,
Upstairs he is less found…
This slower male
Must hustle his tail,
Before he grows too round!
–
–Jonathan Caswell
Amazing what we used to mock,
As youth we consider “off”…
Older now
We realize how,
We, too, have grown soft!
–
In college there was a guy,
From our dorm room we spied…
Wearing shorts
In winter, of course,
Using our dumpster on the sly!
–
This poet is near sixty years,
After all this time it appears,
Wearing shorts
In winter, he sports,
Outside despite his wife’s fears!
–
–Jonathan Caswell
Ideas flow in one’s head,
closer one is to bed…
Impressions made
Often are laid’
Down in a sleepy head.
–
Then one doesn’t sleep,
The idea tends to creep,
And transfix the mind
For a long time,
To relax one must debrief!
–
Many are nights
When caught by loving delights…
Memories
Where actions cease,
Wishing with all of one’s might.
–
Finally to let go,
Asleep in a few hours or so…
disappointed
so appointed,
To have one’s wishes told “no”.
–
(An aging person’s poem)
–
–Jonathan Caswell
Don’t understand his apathy,
He seems withdrawing from me…
So his wife says
Rather amazed,
He’s given up completely!
–
Pedaling as fast as he can,
Overwhelmed by the season’s demands…
Pace then slows
Sanity goes,
His mind like a double-quick band.
–
Focusing on the best,
That need doing before rest…
Having burnout
Is no one’s fault
But let’s pray he comes back with zest!
–
–Jonathan Caswell
I have this little teacup–
It’s a smallish coffee mug,
And most times I take a sip
The water’s all drunk up…
I know was filled not long ago
I filled it to the top,
So where’d all the water go–
Will this leak ever stop?
–
–Jonathan Caswell
Two younger women walked by,
All-of-a-sudden he averted his eye…
He felt the rush
Of skin softly plush,
But didn’t want to try!
–
Comes a point in a man’s ways,
He’ll just remember former days…
Give young guys their turn
to struggle with burn,
Few older keep up with a chase.
–
This older one realizes
He’s had his chance at prizes…
All very special
Honoring with his vessel,*
As each day is as the sun rises!
–
–J.E.C.
*1st Thessalonians 4: 3-5
Necklace with crystal hearts,
A man’s view of her parts….
Draped with silk
For a man to wilt,
At the sight of these subtle arts!
–
Her face he counts most dear,
That view is missing here…
‘Though a “VA-VA-VOOM”
In gentle costume,
It’s her voice he wants to hear.
–
Physical affinities
Only half of proclivities…
When old and grey
Will we still say,
Loving you is the best of me?
–
–Jonathan Caswell
(Featured image is from one of the many excellent fashion blogs the Poet follows!)
A quiet Sunday afternoon,
I’m covering for a friend…
Eating buttered pastry cold
And working until his shift’s end.
–
There must be something wrong with me,
I didn’t attend church…
I’m feeling like it’s deja vu—
Left spiritually in the lurch.
–
I don’t think the wife fully understands,
I’m not sure I do either…
Instead of going to one or the other
I’m attending neither!
–
Making a break from old to new
Was easier when alone…
Having eagle eyes watching me
Discourages me at home.
–
Remembering appointments has
More difficult become…
Seeing my wife’s messiness
Is a double–triple “bum”.
–
I cannot deny
My losing right and left…
Important things to keep
Of good sense am I bereft?
–
–J.E.C.
The old guy thought it routine,
To let the young woman clean…
He wasn’t watching
When she was snatching
Anything worth some green.
–
What he watched was her’s,
Captivated by her curves…
Being taken
By a girl shaking
Him down–is this what he deserves?
–
Ethical factors aside,
He knows he’s being denied…
His kind of dreaming
Is foolish scheming,
Some days he’s fit to be tied.
–
–J.E.C.
Since using her C-PAP machine,
The Missus has much time to dream…
Now I’m the one
Who wanders around,
Too agitated to dream!
–
She’s averaging eight hours,
Her energy rivals cell towers…
I can’t rest
Too much on my chest,
As life in some ways…sours.
–
I will read my Bible more,
It calms me down to snore…
I’ve a different machine
Whose pressure is lean,
LESS than what I was used to, before!
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–Jonathan Caswell
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