A Wasting Time

The month of August has arrived, and I’m moving along on my quest to post a blog daily. I challenged myself to this intense post schedule. I have used the year 2021 to explore the various forms of poetry. This month I decided to write Proverbial forms of poetry. I will pick a proverb, a short common saying, and use it to create a poem in whatever direction the Muse chooses to lead me. However, you must remember we are talking about Word Daddy here. My Muse isn’t dependability or inspirational.  He often leaves me high and dry when I need his help the most. Apparently, Proverbials have no particular rules. I will try not to sound cliché. My next attempt to write a Proverbial Poem, I will call A Wasting Time.

A Wasting Time

The proverb, “Youth is wasted on the young, is attributed to George Bernard Shaw. I suspect the proverb might be older in origin.

A Wasting Time

It is all a little matter

Of strength and creaky knees

And a good, healthy bladder

Because who wants to leak when they sneeze?

The young don’t have to worry about such things

They can flutter from here to there

Building empires and tying up loose strings

Conducting themselves without a single care.

We old folks sit back and watch

With envy clouding our eyes

And memories of a throbbing crotch

Didn’t make any of us wise.

We who have one foot in the grave

Resent the fact the young are wild and free

It’s our custom to rant and rave

About the way life turns a mystery

Youth is wasted on the young

We, pensioners, redeeming the time.

Our song has already been sung

And dying seems like such a crime.

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