When I’m OLDER than eighty.
It may be grass will appear
greener, a verdant green — lush
As Garden of Paradise.
Time to relax would be nice!
Taste Wild Huckleberry wine,
Near soft glow of candlelight
I wait, waiting —still, I wait!
My skin will take on an aged
Antique Brass shade — no longer
A peachy tone, when eighty!
Sooner than later —eight one!
Years continue to fly by
As cumulonimbus clouds
Watching to show their tuff stuff.
Sooner than later or die!
Before that dreaded birthday
I’ll visit that Spice Market
If I wait another day
Sooner than later —eighty one
You know what they say about
Being eighty-one —
They say you’re as good as done!
I Believe, BECAUSE - 
I love this; it’s so well done, and funny too!
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I enjoyed doing it, and when I read those last lines, it makes me laugh!
I have to admit there are those days I feel done!
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I bet you’re nowhere near done! You’ve still got the poetry writing thing down pretty good for someone who’s already 80. 🙂
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All during my life, I barely ever wrote or understood poetry. Not until I started this blog on WordPress and my motivation to begin a blog in the first place was, I wanted my adult children to read about my Faith. I wanted to leave something I wrote for them and my grandchildren. Yet, after being with the blog, I began to learn about poetry and I enjoyed trying my hand at it.
Funny how life is; we don’t plan it but things just happen to fall into our lap.
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😊 Well I’m glad you started writing poetry because it’s delightful.
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Thank you Linda, from you that is appreciated!
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I don’t think you are done yet! I didn’t really start writing poetry (or anything) until I was 60. I am 66 and still learning.
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My first teacher of poetry was here on WordPress, Colleen Chesbro, I was in awe with all the different things she taught. Thanks for your encouragement and comment!
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