Poetry by Jeff Green



by cricketjeff on July 29, 2012.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

I didn’t intend to get older
But Birthdays arrive anyway
More memories tucked in the folder
More wrinkles and grey hairs each day

I thought I would stick around thirty
That seems not too young nor to old
And people don’t mutter “that’s dirty”
When you’ve found a girl you can hold

But though I examined the details
And looked for a form I could fill
It seems that no enterprise retails
An age fixing lotion or pill

But I won’t sit down and be quiet
If I must get older each year
I’m hoping to foment a riot
And fill all my neighbours with fear

I flirt with all girls who are willing
I don’t go to bed before two
I’m working to make living thrilling
Before it bids me an adieu