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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