YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE
- Scott Green Sr. 36 here,
I may have told you that I have joined a Writers Group at the Pleasant Hills Library. We meet monthly and usually are given an assignment for the next month. The most recent assignment for those who have written poetry was to take lines or stanzas from two or more poems and work them into a new poem. Perhaps you remember that I have written two related poems titled
"Youre only YOUNG once" and "You're only OLD once"
This is my offering:
"YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE"
The stages of life swiftly flow
And CHILDHOOD leads off the whole show
With memories sweet
That neer will repeat
And lifestyles and habits we stow.
Those innocent years, with self-centered peers
With family and friends on the scene,
With teachers and school,
So you wont be a fool,
And the first thing you know youre eighteen.
One night you will meet, a girl oh - so - sweet,
So bashful, and pretty and neat.
Shes just the right size,
With the blue-est of eyes,
And lovely from head to her feet.
Quite soon you marry, and neer do you tarry
Before the children arrive.
One after the other,
Both sisters and brothers,
Until the number is five.
Perhaps you remember the days,
When you looked in the mirror amazed
With those clear sparkling eyes,
"They are surely a prize"
You succinctly, distinctly, appraised.
With skin like a baby, with hair thick and wavy
And teeth, oh so perfect and bright.
So you smile, quite contented,
As if youd invented
The fountain of youth, what a sight.
But soon youve conceded, the hair lines receded
And the sparkle has gone from your eyes.
Then a brand new adventure,
Your very first denture.
And you look like youre in a disguise.
Then one morning you note, with a lump in your throat,
Youre beginning to look a bit sad,
"Its plain as can be,
I dont look like ME,
I really look more like my DAD!"
Since YOUTH rushes by, In the wink of an eye,
And the young think theyll be young forever
To bring out the truth,
Will not be uncouth;
So listen to this, my endeavor.
How old must one be to be OLD?
How much of ones life must unfold?
Must we measure in years,
When we start shifting gears,
Or have age spots and wrinkles untold?
When our vision has faded, Or our hearing is aided,
Or our hair becomes an illusion;
When our joints start to squeak,
And our once-firm physique
Looks more like a fore-gone conclusion.
When each morning we dread, Dragging out of our bed,
To discover a new ache or pain,
Which wouldnt be bad,
Or terribly sad,
Except All the Old Ones Remain!
When our first morning coffee Gives us courage to see
If theres any "good news" for today.
And were sure to have fits,
When we read the "obits",
To learn a dear friend passed away.
When were forced to admit That weve slipped just a bit,
And our memory takes a vacation.
When our ZIP needs a ZAP,
It's the afternoon nap
That gives us our re-juvination!
When we gripe or complain, Drop out or abstain,
If we dont like the way things are going;
When our sighs fill the air,
Then gloom and dispair
Are surely the seeds we are sowing!
Yes, time takes its toll, and its ultimate goal
Is to hasten our earthly conclusion.
But each laugh, smile, and song,
As we travel along
Gives us a youthful transfusion.
So lighten up friend, dont hasten the end,
By living your life in the past!
Each morning just say -
"Thanks Lord for THIS day."
And be His joyful enthus-iast.
When youve traveled the years, Of sunshine and tears,
When its certain that you are no dunce,
Then the days of December
Make you glad to remember
That "YOU WILL ONLY LIVE ONCE".
- --- In CraftonReunion@yahoogroups.com, "W GREEN" <sg0721@...> wrote:
> Scott Green Sr. '36 here,Great poem, Scott. You're very talented.
> I may have told you that I have joined a Writers Group at the Pleasant Hills Library. We meet monthly and usually are given an assignment for the next month. The most recent assignment for those who have written poetry was to take lines or stanzas from two or more poems and work them into a new poem. Perhaps you remember that I have written two related poems titled �
> "You�re only YOUNG once" and "You're only OLD once"
I reallly enjoyed reading the poem. Thanx for sharing!
Melody Crown Griest, '60
Marine City, MI