When I’m Old

When I’m old and on the government’s dole
I’ll be eating by candlelight from a crusty old bowl

Same as the antique brass that is losing its luster
I’m no longer like a cumulonimbus full of bluster

The grass is always greener just over the verdant hill
But when those hills are ages, it’s a nasty tasting pill

While the body fades my wild huckleberry soul remains
And thoughts are aplenty in my spice market of a brain

But who am I kidding, life has never been better
Getting old is the reward, now where is my sweater

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Linked to Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip Poetry Challenge Prompt #37. The challenge is to write a poem in response to the prompt. The theme for this week is When I’m Old. The words or phrases for this week are wild huckleberry, cumulonimbus, verdant, spice market, antique brass, the grass is always greener, and candlelight.

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