New Classic Poems – Contemporary Verse That Rhymes
New Classic Poems – Contemporary Verse That Rhymes
New Classic Poems – Contemporary Verse That Rhymes
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<strong>New</strong> <strong>Classic</strong> <strong>Poems</strong><br />
Then and Now<br />
The Plot<br />
Bob Stampe<br />
I've come to notice lately that around me things have changed.<br />
I'm not sure when it happened, but I find it very strange<br />
that every time I take a walk, it's uphill all the way,<br />
and seems to be much farther than it was just yesterday.<br />
They're building stairways steeper now than those they used to build.<br />
My groceries seem much heavier, though bags are but half-filled.<br />
And someone's hiding things of mine. They're always going astray.<br />
Then strangely they show up again, within one or two days.<br />
Why am I always stiff and sore This thing I can't explain.<br />
Perhaps the kinds of food I eat are causing me this pain<br />
Or maybe it's the water, full of chemicals and stuff<br />
I'm taking twenty pills a day. Maybe that's not enough<br />
You know the collar labels that are sewn inside our shirts<br />
Well, mine now all read size eighteen. The truth of it sure hurts.<br />
A fifteen would still fit my neck, however I must face<br />
the fact that it would never fit around my bulging waist.<br />
I've always been a stubborn sort. I don't always conform,<br />
but now I'm more congenial, or so I am informed.<br />
Not true. My nodding head is not a sign that I agree.<br />
My glasses have five lenses, and I'm scanning just to see.<br />
Why do some people drive so fast You know just yesterday,<br />
I looked into my rear view mirror as I joined the freeway.<br />
With honking horns, and screeching brakes, cars swerved to change their lanes.<br />
You're risking life and limb these days. The world has gone insane.<br />
Seems bathroom scales are being made with much less quality.<br />
I don't believe the number on the dial that I see.<br />
I'd call the factory if I could, and tell them what I think,<br />
but I can't read the phone book with its tiny printed ink.<br />
Most people seem much younger than I was when at their age.<br />
I'm sure that I was more mature when I was at that stage.<br />
Yet, friends of mine who've always been the same age as I am,<br />
seem older now, and frailer; some no longer give a damn.<br />
I saw an old friend just last week. She'd aged, her pallor grey.<br />
She did not recognize me, and she looked the other way.<br />
This morning as I washed my face, the mirror looked back at me.<br />
Seems mirrors are not being made the way they used to be.<br />
I think I know what's happening. I've got it figured out.<br />
There's not too much that I can do. Of that I have no doubt.<br />
Long life has schemed against me; a conspiracy; a plot.<br />
It beats the other option though, so I don't want it stopped.<br />
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