There Will Come Sharp Pains

A Parody - With profound apologies to Sara Teasdale

By Dana CrandellPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

There will come sharp pains and the smell of Bengay™,

And old knees creaking as we wobble and sway;

And kids in the park laughing at us,

And too many steps up to the bus;

Buzzards will circle above our heads,

Awaiting the day we forget meds;

The Boomers - the Ancients, we once ruled,

And made sure the Gen-ers were well-schooled;

Time has bent us, we've been dented,

And some of our teeth are cemented;

And when we make our exits, quietly,

You'll be the old farts that we used to be.

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A/N: A parody of one of my favorite poems, now in the public domain, which I discovered in Bradbury's "The Martian Chronicles" in my early teens.

Just more weirdness from my addled old brain.

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My poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity

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