Our Golden Years Are Waning

By Robert Perdue

We wake up in the morning

and we take a look around.

We grope for each the other,

aches and pains abound.

Age has brought to both of us

some things we’d not expect.

“Rise-and-Shine” means naught to us,

we can barely stand erect.

Bleary eyed, with limber legs,

we clamber from our bed.

With waddling gate we sally forth

to greet the day ahead.

As eyes adjust and sight returns,

we’re near a useless mess.

With fuzzy view--where glasses are,

we can’t even guess .

The bathroom door’s been left ajar,

and that’s good luck, indeed;

It seems to beckon, “Come on in”,

now that’s just what we need.

The toilet’s first, then splash one’s face;

that’s how it is most days.

To the coffee pot with shambling gate

to allay a caffein craze.

Our golden years are waning,

we should have no regrets.

There is no cause for discontent,

we always knew what life begets.

Thus, wending down life’s stairway,

we approach the setting sun.

There’s ample time to ponder

just how life’s race was run.

The tide-of-life is ebbing--

it’s nothing to control.

We can’t escape life’s sentence

from which there’s no parole.

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(c) copyright 1998, Robert C. Perdue

When The Summer Turns To Fall

By Robert Perdue

When our work on Earth is finished,

and the summer turns to fall;

Then the shadows tend to lengthen,

and we hear that clarion call.

And it’s then we start the journey

to that place beyond the veil.

We are not allowed to linger,

we’re released from all travail.

Our loved ones can’t go with us,

as it seems they’re wont to do;

‘cause each must walk the pathway,

and none can see him through.

In our life here there’s a pattern,

all the laws have come from God.

He’s provided us a byway:

It’s the one our savior trod.

Let us not be disappointed

if we fail some deeds we try,

‘cause we all have limitations,

but we’re all required to die.

If we truly love our neighbor

as our lord said we should do;

Then we have some right to Glory,

and a place in Heaven, too.

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(c) copyright 1996, Robert C. Perdue

Woman

By Robert Perdue

A lovely woman’s pretty smile,

among God’s gift to man,

Reveals how sweet this life can be,

and tells us of His plan.

When God set out to create man

no woman was in mind,

But soon He knew that life on Earth

would need another kind.

The woman came with special charm

to dwell with man, her mate.

The simple life for them was good,

two are one in Nature’s state.

God was pleased, He had a plan:

a pretty woman for every man.

Life on Earth is ever so,

man and his mate on Earth below.

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(c) copyright August 20, 2000, Robert C. Perdue

Autumn

By Robert Perdue

The goldenrod is yellow now,

and the corn is turning brown.

These early signs of Autumn--

they’re emerging all around.

August skies are azure blue,

September’s almost here;

Hills and fields are vivid green,

the air is crisp and clear.

Signs of fall are clearly seen

and Summer’s had her fling;

Nature soon must change her dress

as Winter brings her sting.

The cricket and the katy-did

each rends the cool night air

With urgent peal for mating--

you can hear them everywhere.

Their nightly din is prologue

to a season’s changing state.

And soon, you’ll see, they’ll be all gone

as each must meet his fate.

The stars at night all seem so bright,

our world here seems so small;

In God’s plan the seasons change,

our Summer turns to Fall.

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(c) copyright 8/22/99, by Robert C. Perdue

HOW TRUE IT IS.....

Another year has passed
and we're all a little older.
Last summer felt hotter
and winter seems much colder.

I rack my brain for happy thoughts,
to put down on my pad,
But lots of things that come to mind
that make me kind of sad.

There was a time not long ago
when life was quite a blast.
Now I fully understand
about "Living in the Past"

We used to go to weddings,
football games and lunches.
Now we go to funeral homes,
and after-funeral brunches.

We used to have hangovers,
from parties that were gay.
Now we suffer body aches
and while the night away.

We used to go out dining,
and couldn't get our fill.
Now we ask for doggie bags,
come home and take a pill.

We used to often travel
to places near and far.
Now we get sore asses
from riding in the car.

We used to go out shopping
for new clothing at the Mall
But, now we never bother...
all the sizes are too small.

We used to go to nightclubs
and drink a little booze.
Now we stay at home at night
and watch the evening news.

That, my friend is how life is,
and now my tale is told.
So, enjoy each day and live it up...
before you're too damned old!

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