knock, knock, excuse me sir, it is time for...

knock, knock, excuse me sir, it is time for...

 

 

i am a Monday child

growing into Sunday

a backwards reflection of intimate youth

a Benjamin Button retaliation against

senility, weakening bones

tripping over the cat,

wounded pride ages with us

until it ferments, then spoils

and the soils concurrently

arrive,

i want to go back to Saturday's sunshine

New Balance covering the hard court

as I courted girls to marry one day

not hold my arm as i try to take steps

to reverse Father Time,

 

i think he has disciplined me,

making me stay in my room

until the nurse comes

with my food tray

and more meds to facilitate

my morose trail of thoughts.

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/15/22

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Yes, I think as we age we all want time to go backwards, especially if life is a DRAG! Your depiction here is perfect!!! Everything seems to happen that is embarrassing or painful... and what do we sit around for? our daily meds....yes life may well be a sad ending.
Best, B

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I like Dylan's line "I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now"---
hope you are having a good day, dear Betty and Cool Joe's book sales are hopping...
such a good read, hope many here will check it out--
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

You're very welcome J. been away, have to check on it!!! Best always
B

[Robert Haigh]

A powerful and poignant poem, Jacob! As we age we begin to have fleeting, worrying thoughts about what might (but hopefully will not) be in store for us! Very well penned!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Robert,
j.

[lifejunkie]

This really struck a chord as my wife is much younger that me, and I wish I was as young as her ... I feel like she's being actively deprived every single day with my thousands of annual micro-cerebral hemorrhages, my dilated cardiomyopathy, my spine a mess from when I broke my back when I was 20, not to mention my myriad neural divergencies and personality disorders, lolol! She had an entire life ahead of her while I'm started to more make my peace with death. But we're happy, and that's the important thing. I feel (rather than my lack of talent that is, haha) that I could have written this, it reflects how I'm been feeling precisely!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

She is a gem....and you are lucky to have each other.
Thank you for sharing this...
j.

[Andrew John]

I suppose I wish to be gone before I reach a packing-up and a slowing-down - those things that Chris Shaw mentions on this page (nice comment, Chris). Will the knock, knock, knock on the door be that of the funeral director rather than a doctor or nurse? Is that my wish - gone, gone, gone, not here waiting?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Andrew,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

There's nothing happy about aging when the body starts to pack up and won't do with ease what it did in youth. I sense a slowing down here. No one wants to end up confined to a room waiting for nurse to bring in the meds and food. That knock, knock on the door of your mind. Tell them to go away you aren't ready yet for that type of caller. The only medicine needed here is the sunshine and open air. That,'s where I travelled to dear friend.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind words...and yes, nothing happy about it all....but it is reality.
j.