Sonnet 76 -- New Year's Already????

Another New Year…this one is quiet

People drink and laugh and blast a cheap horn

We pledge to write and get on that diet

We’ll forget we said it tomorrow morn

I leave Times Square to the young and the strong

No more adventures, I plan to survive

Sickness makes my aging life seem too long

I guess we had good years to be alive

We had the sex, the booze and rock and roll

I want to rest now and fuck the worry

Too much of failure has taken its toll

No fame or profit, just tell a story

And just try to enjoy my twenty thirteen

Happy for life, if you know what I mean

Sonnet 75 The Golden One

american memes and philosophies

tell us that we should dream and not accept

the time comes you know you won’t find the keys

and it’s thirty years since you should have leapt

even the young ones are finding doors closed

hungry people now are standing in line

and we all are feeling that we’ve been hosed

i can’t risk losing what little is mine

so accept the truth, you silly old crone

you won’t be discovered at sixty three

and that man won’t change and pick up the phone

thank the Gods for being well fed and free

we made our art and bedded some beauties

let’s laugh and forget ambition’s duties

Sonnet 74 -- A Christmas Pudding

Not having children or starting careers

We had our chances and we walked away

Happiness will come if we face our fears

Beginnings are done and won’t start today

We finish the race and are summing up

There is wisdom in our stark survival

We no longer need to drink from the cup

I know I’m not the young woman’s rival

But we are experts in life’s challenges

And I, at least, have the time to reflect

We can teach them tactics and revenges

And end our lives with a touch of respect

Too late for fame or children or houses

We can still roar like lions not mouses

Sonnet 73 quack said the fish

a pause to clean the glass, like it matters

there is nothing in life that will succeed

watching the world collapse as it shatters

no wealth or fame I didn’t even breed

get sick have tests cut you open survive

and why am I chosen to have enough

while better folks die I can stay alive

have a roof and a meal and too much stuff

but there will be no lover or award

can no longer swim as the waters rise

there is no relief miss boring is bored

the strength is leaving my sagging old thighs

my art was always close but no cigar

let those more talented stock the bazaar