Moving to a new Timezone

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A poem about getting older

Submitted: December 16, 2011

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Submitted: December 16, 2011

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Moving to a new timezone

I’ll be forty in July,

Oh my

how the years have flown by,

still not married

not weird or anything mind

just a late bloomer.

I’m ready to take that leap ( plunge )

when called upon.

I won’t let anyone down

cometh the hour and all that.

Asked a woman for her hand once,

not once but twice

she was that nice.

She declined,

refrained,

reclined my offer.

Not part of her big

picture

which is a shame because

she made my life all the more

richer.

You’d have to wonder

now and I don’t say this with any real sense of

dread

but how many years are there really for me up

ahead.

and lately I’ve been getting up earlier

and earlier.

6 all last week and 5 this.

It’s probably a sign of things to come.

I’m moving to a new timezone,

no longer mixing with the young.

Whilst before we were lovers

keeping each other up

with our sweaty passions

to all hours of the

night.

Now if I’m up past

10 0’clock

I tend to get a

fright

I’m moving to a new timezone,

I’ll be forty in July.

I love to get up and see the

Sun creep up on the night sky.

I’m just another person

who’s on life’s loyal

quest.

which is to find someone you can love

to share all this time

with.


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