Sometimes I did really stupid things when I was young. I never thought of the consequences in later life. Back and neck issues, arthritis from broken bones...
"Brake" Dance
Age catches us unaware
Topping heads with silver hair
It takes little to entertain
Our addled and feeble brain
Infinitesimal hints of decline
Such as expanding waistline
What shall we do for fun
Being a city dwelling denizen
Drive, to a deserted lot we go
Empty car spaces row after row
Working pedals, frolicking feet
Stab and release to the beat
Hands skip around the wheel
Lip sync with laughter and zeal
Heads snap forward and back
Simulating machine gun attack
Wrinkly winker winks, romance
Aged version of "brake" dance
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Five Year Poem Plan - Part 2
PoetryA continuation of my Five Year Poem Plan, Part 1.