What a disguise!
As you may or may not recall, I refer to Mantra as an incessant imp who is, more often than not, strange. For our fare tonight, I offer you something which amazed me when I got a chance to read it. Have you ever put on a disguise?
The poem, entitled Trade In, was an interesting look at life through someone else’s eye, literally and figuratively.
Perspectives change over time and are jaded or cleared by our experiences. Things huge when we were small seem dwarfed by comparison. We view age as a blank to fill in rather than the marker of “old”. Things which were a matter of life and death are now trivial and dismissed.
After examining identity very closely, I had to chalk this one up to Mantra sticking out her tongue and providing a bouquet of raspberries. So, take a stroll through a different perspective, on a quite different subject. I hope it entertains!
Trade In
There’s a hitch in my giddyup.
My givadam’s broke.
Sanity and happiness just eloped
While senility rapped at the lock.
The mirror holds a stranger,
Some old-looking bloke.
He resembles my dad in my clothes,
Without hair, quite a shock.
Maybe, I should borrow his glasses
To see through the smoke.
Use his scooter to cruise over
To smash the old clock
Who’s mocking me, blink blink blink.
I know I’m not late to the doctor’s, I go.
That time of year, oh, joy!
Check the fluids and engine once again.
Time really flies. Seems not long ago,
I was here, her noting my state.
Sweet, little thing calls me, “Sir.”
Pats my knee with a grin.
Who is she kidding? My girl looks like she,
But, you know… As of late,
She’s aging, grey hair and crow’s feet.
Perhaps, for this lass, I should trade her in.
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I would appreciate your thoughts on this very novel perspective for me. Have a wonderful evening!
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awarewriter
/ February 6, 2012I like the humor, and the truth of this piece Red.
Red
/ February 6, 2012This is what I get with the late night butterflies, John 😉
raymond alexander kukkee
/ February 6, 2012Red, this is wonderful! How funny, and oh, too true of life. “:)
Red
/ February 6, 2012Good to see you, Ray. I scribbled this one through squinted eyes. I did not read it until I got up the following morning. I nearly spilt the coffee grinds. Red.
Raymond alexander kukkee
/ February 7, 2012Good thing the coffee grounds were nowhere near the paper chute on the printer. “:) Sometimes it’s hard to comprehend what time does to us, good thing we have a sense of humour. ~R
Red
/ February 7, 2012I think of it a lot like seeing it in others we have not seen recently, but missing the gradual path we take to it. 😉
El Guapo
/ February 6, 2012Great one, Red. It’s happening to all of us too…
Red
/ February 6, 2012Thanks, EG. It was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay out of my comfort zone, but too stinking funny not to share. Red.
bear
/ February 6, 2012I really Wish you wouldn’t write about me!!!!!! GREAT And True!
Red
/ February 6, 2012If I was writing about you that means *I* am the greying one with crow’s feet. How, precisely, does that work? Trading me in…I see Reducation in your near future 😉
Marc Phillippe Babineau
/ February 7, 2012This speaks to me of looking in the mirror and not seeing the young man I feel that I am, more my father than myself
Red
/ February 7, 2012That it does!
prenin
/ February 7, 2012Reminds me of when I went for my last medical.
I walked into the room, looked at the kid sat there and thought: “Either she’s my doctor or I’m here to help her with her homework…” 🙂
lovely poem Red and too damned true!!! LOL!!!
Love and hugs!
Prenin.
Red
/ February 7, 2012Glad you got a giggle from this one. It turns out, since I posted it, there may be a turn in some of the advice on M3. It is a different sort of hatemail 😉
{HUGZ}
Red.
Christy
/ February 7, 2012Ageing is an inevitable process that many try to avoid by not fully looking at themselves in the mirror!
Red
/ February 7, 2012I vowed a long time ago not to grow old gracefully, but it had more to do with my venomous nature than grey hair. I have earned my wrinkles…every single one…and most all of them by smiling 🙂
MattAndJojang
/ February 7, 2012When i look at the mirror, I wish I was twenty years younger – young, healthy and full of energy. But, I guess, I have just to make the most of what I’ve got now, and learn to age gracefully…
~ Matt
Red
/ February 7, 2012Oh, pooh! Age gracefully? Not a chance. Stay young at heart 🙂
MattAndJojang
/ February 7, 2012That’s a good one, Red! 🙂 It’s indeed better to stay young at heart than to age gracefully…
~ Matt
lorrelee1970
/ February 11, 2012And what’s with gray hair being so wire-like. It just pisses me off.
Red
/ February 11, 2012Please do not pluck them. For every one you pull out, three more grow in its place. Dye them. They soften up. When the color washes away (and it will) they remain soft.
lorrelee1970
/ February 11, 2012See……I swear you know everything.
Red
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