Albert Nelson's father bought a huge clock, the very day he was born,
A happy fellow, with a winsome smile. Like the merry pink sun, at dawn.
Being too tall for the shelf, it stood inside their foyer, for ninety years,
Without the penchant to be slumbering. Tick, tock, tick-joys and tears!
Albert loved to watch its pendulum swing, when he was a young boy.
Like gazing at rich black skies, and loving the champagne, starlight joy.
Fish and frogs frolicked during the fruitful friendships of Albert's youth;
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These are poems about time, poems about the process of maturation, poems about aging and growing old, poems about life's journey and its destination.
There is also a collection of my early poems, many about getting older and aging, toward the bottom of this page.
Learning to Fly
by Michael R. Burch
We are learning to fly
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I don't believe in age.
All old people
carry
in their eyes,
a child,
and children,
at times
observe us with the
eyes of wise ancients.
Shall we measure
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Another year older
Another year gone,
A little more wisdom,
Can that be too wrong?
A few more fine wrinkles,
A dark spot or two,
Expressions pronounced
Through the skin’s darker hue.
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This age is increasing
There are still many things that have not been achieved
It's similar to my hair which is changing more and more every day—white like the dry season that leaves the leaves on the tops of the trees, it's so heartbreaking
Although very few expectations are achieved
Like nails and hair that fall off and grow back
It is different with the enemy—friends come and go
The only thing missing is the teeth that never go back
Nothing left with the family, which was never outdated even Though the country was under an embargo
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Albert Nelson's father bought a huge clock, the very day he was born,
A happy fellow, with a winsome smile. Like the merry pink sun, at dawn.
Being too tall for the shelf, it stood inside their foyer, for ninety years,
Without the penchant to be slumbering. Tick, tock, tick-joys and tears!
Albert loved to watch its pendulum swing, when he was a young boy.
Like gazing at rich black skies, and loving the champagne, starlight joy.
Fish and frogs frolicked during the fruitful friendships of Albert's youth;
......
It does not happen all at once.
Wisdom does not arrive
with the grey in your hair
or the ache in your bones.
But slowly,
as seasons repeat,
you stop reaching
for what does not last.
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I remember a time
When I never thought
Of the amount of change
The future truly brought
I grew with time
And embraced the change
And when I paused
Change still remained
I looked at the past
Time left me behind
......
Slapped by the vicious hand of time
truth sits perched, atop it's finger.
Blood is drawn, and turns to wine
through life's infernal wringer.
Days accumulate like miles,
they take their toll in distance.
As sun baked earth, cracks a smile
travel on... despite resistance.
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Opalescent leaves fall
outside summer's green door.
Outbound, a year sparkles
once age has come with grace.
Orange sun, red roses
of a starry evening.
Old age looks back, dreaming.