Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday comes to us from Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.  You can find her in my sidebar.  Why not join in with us.  Write a poem, read some poems, critique, share your ideas.  It's fun, it's free....why not?

The Song of the Old-Timers

Ashes to ashes

dust to dust,

my body’s slowly

turning to rust.

There’s more behind

than lies ahead.

My favourite place

is in my bed.

Teeth I keep

in a jar,

glasses never

very far,

can’t hear things

when they are said,

all my troubles

are in my head.

My memory

is growing dim

but I can still

remember him;

he can still

remember me,

we’ll carry on

and let it be.

Life’s for the living

so it’s said

and us old folks,

we’re not yet dead.