Growing old Poems
The South Park Street Cemetery
by Lokenath Roy
Once in a while, I used to
visit the cemetery.
We would hold hands,
and barge around in plump happy faces.
you would spend the afternoon smiling to my gibberish;
and by dusk,
I shall be swimming in your mermaid eyes.
......
Patterns
by Christofer Barbieri
Life is leaving me feeling hopelessly ironic.
There is no feeling i miss more than youth.
Love was abused and lust was the tonic
I stand survivor of each down fall
Each time I got back up was another lesson,
Lessons I more than often shamefully ignored.
Mistakes become choice when you are constantly in them
Explosive emotion lead the way to many exit doors
Love is wasted energy if you lack to begin,
You cant expect someone to put your joy within.
......
Grey and old
by James May
I'll hold you till were grey and old
When there are no more stories left untold
With kids and grandkids that come and go
As the family we formed passes through our home
The years spent in love, the years spent in boredom
Our love like a song, with a never ending chorus
So hold me till I'm old and grey
And wrinkles cover my sun kissed face
I won't care about the cracks in our skin
......
The South Park Street Cemetery
by Lokenath Roy
Once in a while, I used to
visit the cemetery.
We would hold hands,
and barge around in plump happy faces.
you would spend the afternoon smiling to my gibberish;
and by dusk,
I shall be swimming in your mermaid eyes.
......
Grey and old
by James May
I'll hold you till were grey and old
When there are no more stories left untold
With kids and grandkids that come and go
As the family we formed passes through our home
The years spent in love, the years spent in boredom
Our love like a song, with a never ending chorus
So hold me till I'm old and grey
And wrinkles cover my sun kissed face
I won't care about the cracks in our skin
......
Patterns
by Christofer Barbieri
Life is leaving me feeling hopelessly ironic.
There is no feeling i miss more than youth.
Love was abused and lust was the tonic
I stand survivor of each down fall
Each time I got back up was another lesson,
Lessons I more than often shamefully ignored.
Mistakes become choice when you are constantly in them
Explosive emotion lead the way to many exit doors
Love is wasted energy if you lack to begin,
You cant expect someone to put your joy within.
......
