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Author Name: FreeDrJojo 10 Comments
Date Added: June 13, 2006 11:06:42 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Age fits me well

The intensity of youth

Mellowed to

A fine patina…

A worn leather binding

Softened by use


Oh, I remember when age

Was stiff and new

Everything had to be my way

Or no way

Temper lay ready

To erupt


I like how the handles of age

Have become smooth

From holding on for so long

Their grip a comfortable fit

As they shine in the

Golden autumn sun


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Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on October 20, 2006 04:09:07 PM Report
I love your work...ALL of it


Ali x

Comment By: FreeRoger Bacon on June 16, 2006 11:11:51 AM Report
Each stanza has a line or two that really stand out in this poem.  That and the positive view of age show confidence the reader can appreciate.  Good write Joe.
Comment By: FreeHenry M. on June 16, 2006 09:14:34 AM Report
And with that age comes the wisdom to accept that youth was merely a 'Breaking in' period. Excellent write Joe.    Henry
Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on June 14, 2006 03:28:50 AM Report
When I get as old as you, Joe, I hope I take it as gracefully as you have, old man..I'm betting I'm younger than you..I was born in December of 48...This is so mellow and positive, my man..One of the advatages of getting older is that we tend to know ourselves better, which would not be such a great thing for some people I know...Peace, Bro...len
Comment By: Freeb doneff on June 13, 2006 10:45:11 PM Report

This was such a wonderful way to describe how we turn from the stiff rawhide into the soft, pliable leather of later years. Excellent stuff here Joe, Barbie

Comment By: FreeMichael on June 13, 2006 10:36:24 PM Report
I enjoyed this very much, Michael
Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on June 13, 2006 06:06:31 PM Report
Ahhhh....Joe~!!  A valid description...the scenarios are all there....That golden autumn sun may turn now into winter's soft blanket of white....(smile)....As always, your page is a great treat to tap upon~!!
Deliciously written...
Margaret...a friend in words....

Comment By: PremiumMary Lou Allen on June 13, 2006 02:18:17 PM Report
Very good, jp.  Wonderfully descriptive of the satisfaction, and sheer relief, of having overcome the comic tragedy of youth.  Well done.  ML
Comment By: FreeCeeCee on June 13, 2006 01:27:43 PM Report
Great creative thought behind this piece on age....nicely done!



Comment By: FreeGlata on June 13, 2006 11:57:50 AM Report
Beautiful job, Joe...and I hope that age does the same for me...and that I can see the beauty that you've shown here.

Sending hugs...and smiles!



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