The three of us were standing there, One with a walker, two with canes. We were all there drinking coffee And discussing our aches and pains. Then one fellow dropped his car keys, While he was filling up his cup. We just stood there, three helpless guys, No one could bend to pick them up!
Category: Poems for Grownups
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Aching Back
February 24th, 2026 — Growing Older
Forgotten Chair
February 23rd, 2026 — Married Life
Poor Albert had passed out drinking At Johansson’s Neighborhood Bar. If his wife found out he’d been there, He could expect one holy war! He slid down off of his bar stool And landed flat out on his face. He mumbled that he must have tripped On his blankety-blank shoe lace. He pulled himself out […]
Where There’s a Will
February 22nd, 2026 — General Humor
His four daughters called him “Dummy” And to his back made fun of him. Ever since he’d lost his hearing And since his sight had gotten dim, While to his face they were all kind. Using names, like “Dear” and “Honey.” Since each had hopes she’d be the one To inherit Daddy’s money. Then his […]
Writer’s Joy
February 20th, 2026 — A Writer's Life
I just wrote my sixth book. It’s great to be alive! I’ll dedicate it to my family, They bought the other five.
Wise Counsel
February 19th, 2026 — Southern Humor
He wanted to be a gunslinger, he had gotten pretty good. He had busted lots of bottles and shot up lots of wood. It was time to go to Tombstone and show what he could do, He would hang out with the Earps and shoot a dude or two. He found Wyatt, at the Oriental, […]
