For this poem, I was in several minds on which piece of music to choose. First of all, there was Neil Young's "Old Man", but I certainly don't feel old or, I don't think, act old.
While I was thinking of putting this in the Vocal Poets Community maybe it should go in the Vocal Longevity community because it has hit six hundred words so there should be no issue.
It's just that it is a story that contains a poem (which is the meat of this story). I hope that it is not too much for you. It is a bit of a self interviw.
That is the thing about the online community you can be shocked by the physical age of people when you see them and the same age you think you are yourself. Well no, I am not shocked I am full of admiration for them.
When people complain or worry about getting older I tell them I am not too keen on the alternative. I have been in that mindset myself, but shall we say getting older has taught me that you can always find things to lift your spirits and make you feel good whatever your age.
This is a free-form poem documenting how I have felt at certain stages in my life and I will be very glad to be sixty-six because the alternative is not too appealing.
I will add a few story links at the end that relate to things that have happened.
When I Was Eight I Thought My Uncle And Friends Were Old At Sixteen
When I Was Sixteen I Thought I Would Kick It In At Twenty-One By Driving Off A Cliff
But I Got A Guitar And A Girlfriend
At Twenty Four I Became A Dad To Juliet
At Twenty Seven I Became A Dad To Kirsty
Two Beautiful Brilliant Daughters With Whom I Will Be Birthday Luncing On Sunday
I Also Was The Most Scared In My Life When I Was One Of The First People to Contract ITP And I Thought I Would Not See My Daughters Grow Up
I Gained A Taste For Guinness, Stout And Porters While Recovering From ITP On Medical Advice
Thirty I Lost My Mum And Moved To The North East From Preston
My Dad Would Not Allow Anyone To Mention That He Was Fifty, He Is Ninety Next Year
I Played With Spoon (The Geordie One) Between My Thirties And Forties
Between Forty And Fifty, I Visited Mexico, Hungary, and Ireland With Fiona
We Were In Mexico When 911 Hit And I Was Worried Sick For My Mate Jim Who Was Working In The World Trade Centre That Week, But He Will Be Sixty In January
Then We Saw Shakespeare Plays In Stratford
I Also Started A Blog
I Got Diabetes
Fifty Scared Me Because That Was The Age That My Mum Died
I got Cirrhosis of The Liver
Got Made Redundant and Accidentally Fell Into The Best Place I Have Ever Worked
Kept Writing And Scrapped My Last Car
Still Couldn't Write A Book
Then Sixty Hit
This Is Where I Am Now
I Became A Grandad With The Arrival of Alexis Leia
Vocal Tempted Me And I Joined Up But Wasn't Sure What I Was Doing
The My Friend Les Sent Me Two Tips And Made Me Believe I Could Write
Vocal Turned Me Into A Writer
Then I Got A Copy Of Les's Book For Alexis Leia
We Had A Conversation About Self-Publishing
I Investigated It For Les And Accidentally Published My First Anthology
I Got Hit With Liver Cancer And With The Help Of The NHS And My Friends Beat It
My Surgeon Is The Same Age As Me And Said "I Intend To Live Way Pat A Hundred, And Expect You Do As Well, And There Is No Reason Why We Shouldn't"
So Sixty Six Beckons, I Have Published Books And Know I Can Write
And The Music I Have Chosen Is "Keep On Moving" Because That Is What We Must Do.
The Related Stories
I still feel and act as though I am fifteen and intend to keep on keeping on.