I MISS THE MAN THAT I USED TO BE

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I miss the man that I used to be

That athletic man that used to be me

For when I was young

I was tireless and strong

I miss the man that I used to be

 

The man I see in the photos of him

Is tall and muscular, dark and slim

But this was a past

Forbidden to last

I miss the man that I used to be

 

And little in confidence did he lack

His hair so sleek and Sicilian black

It’s now white and thin

And parodies him

I miss the man that I used to be

 

He’d walk down the street as ladies passed by

And once in a while he might catch their eye

The memory stays

But not nowadays

I miss the man that I used to be

 

I gaze each day in the mirror of lies

A grey weariness now shown in the eyes

No longer the lad

Staring back is my dad

I miss the man that I used to be

 

There’s pride and there’s pain in these memories

As I count the hours to my seventies

With some little sorrow

I fear for tomorrow

I miss the man that I used to be.

◄ IT'S ALL OVER NOW

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John Coopey

Mon 16th Nov 2020 20:00

Thanks for your thoughts, Bon and MC. I used to hold the view when I was young that we’d got it the wrong way round. You should retire on a pension till you were 30, then have to go out to work until you pegged it. I don’t think that now!
And thanks for the Like, Stephen Gospage.

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M.C. Newberry

Mon 16th Nov 2020 18:52

We don't miss the man you used to be !
Where was he to bring us glee...
Or the knowledge that the years see -
And anticipate both most eagerly? 😉

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Bon Darcy

Mon 16th Nov 2020 18:24

age is overrated, what we exchange for youthful desire never really fully compensates.

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John Coopey

Sun 15th Nov 2020 21:05

Kind words, Stephen.
I mark the process of my ageing Like this. I used to have the hots for tall, long-legged brunettes. Now I have the hots for the dumpy lady at the garden centre who bakes the scones there.

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Stephen Atkinson

Sun 15th Nov 2020 16:46

You may not be the man you used to be
But you write such wonderful poetry
And be grateful that you're still
breathin'
For there's many I know, this earth are leavin'
Too young, too soon, no longer to be seen
But your words still flow with such a lustrous sheen!

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John Coopey

Sun 15th Nov 2020 09:50

I started from a low base, Kevin.

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kJ Walker

Sun 15th Nov 2020 09:15

you're like a fine wine John.
you get better with age.

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John Coopey

Sun 15th Nov 2020 08:39

“Ageing gracefully”? No-one’s ever accused me of that before, Ghazala.
And thanks for the Likes, Branwell and Yaminah.

Ghazala lari

Sun 15th Nov 2020 06:20

Its every human beings story. But dont the grey hair have what black never had. Even though different but in heart bottom you are the same person.

Aging graceful n gratefully 😃

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