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Mystery

It’s amazing you know
How long my body has remained
Such a mystery to me
I had a heart once
But it bled to death
Eyes that once saw
As clear as a bell
(Why do they say that?)
Are now blurred and raw
Skin that was smooth
Hangs like wrinkled washing
And my eyebrows have decided
To have a mind of their own
Whilst my head goes on thinning
My ears have new growth
My nose is getting bigger
(I suppose it’s a thirst for knowledge?)
And my hands
That never seemed to frown
Are gloriously speckled brown
I remember the days
When I was six foot two
And my feet had size nine shoes
Now a size eight slipper will do
I shall not talk about teeth
For we have parted our ways
And the magnificent browns
Have all turned to greys
But I will soldier on
Though I think my rifle is empty
Still nothing to fire at
When the browns turn to greys
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
good job I am still a hunk then!!

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Scholar_Gypsy
So excellent Rob! But you're an Ancient Mariner and surely "will soldier on"!
Ladyjj
Nice write Rob thumbs up
I dont doubt you will soldier on..
Brown & grey are but colors, tis inside we can maitain that fire.
Thank you for sharing.

Ljj
Ladybee42
applause coola boola.. reminded me for some reason of the knights who say 'Ni' in that monty python film the holy grail. but you are looking for more than a shrubbery!
Gashly
i someday hope that you shall mark your opponent and fire at will, rob. no one ever thinks the gun is loaded! the body gets battled and beaten, the soul remains as young and pure as it wishes. growing old...PHOOEY! bouquet
agoodguy2have
Rob, so nice that it is a mystery, if it was soo well known, we wouldn't be quite as willing eh? I don't think you had Will in mind to fire at...Willena maybe... ;-)
Gashly
goodguy... laugh i had a feeling someone would correct me! grin
caroljoyce
Dear me, you sound in a bad way! Skin like wrinkled washing....
good job you have a pretty soul, isn't it?
Great job!
CJ
paloma66
As long as your soul and verse remains beautiful my dear Rob.keep your spirits soaring.hug teddybear
NeverEndingStory
Well I say, grow old gracefully tongue rolling on the floor laughing
sophiasummer
Yup! still a hunk!
Sophiacool alwaysblushing
trurorob
Sure will Neo, thanks!
rob
Happygolucky4u
Oh my why did I read thiscrying

It is strange the outside seems to age but I still feel a girl of thirtyconversing

I always love your poems my dear friend and yes no doubt you are still a hunkflirty
seene
rob.....
your purity is forever young
let the body be



this is a perfect poem.


moping sigh doh sad flower crying blues head banger wave
trurorob
Thanks LadyJJ, sure missed around here
rob
trurorob
Thanks Bee
rob
Redex
rolling on the floor laughing cool sorry Rob you never mentioned glasseslaugh blues
trurorob
Thanks Jen, wish you would return to us!!
rob
trurorob
Thanks Dave
rob
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Thanks CJ
rob
trurorob
Thank you Paloma my friend
rob
boyshchrm6
We are not getting old Rob. We just
have that captivating mature look now
that attracts the more sophisticated
women....yeh let's go with that.thumbs up angel cool grin cheers
gnj4u
Hi, trurorob,
Why, after writing this delightful verse, there is Still nothing to fire at (Will, Willena, whomever...), remains a Mystery to me! So much grey matter remains with those browns...turned to greys.
trurorob
Thank you NES
rob
trurorob
True Soph so true!
rob
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Cheers Sherrie!
rob
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Thanks Neo
rob
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Thank you Redex
rob
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cheers larry
rob
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Thank you Joy
rob
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