When the Passion is Gone

in poetry •  7 years ago  (edited)



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When we grow old


We’ll put raisins

In our porridge


And eat French fries

With a fork.


Eschew coffee

And turn to tea.


Yes, we’ll even use words

Like eschew

Instead of Anglo-Saxon words

Solid as stone…


Because, by then,

The passion will be gone.



© 2017, John J Geddes. All rights reserved


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Thanks for sharing...

you're welcome :)

  ·  7 years ago Reveal Comment

I really like this poem. Speaks volumes to me. Thanks for sharing.

thanks, @cecicastor

@johngeddes what is there to live life for when the passion is gone?

endurance, I suppose...

Amazing poetry john. Thanks for sharing. Upvoted and following u as always. Please review my sunset post if you have the passion for nature as well. https://steemit.com/nature/@nainaztengra/my-love-for-sunsets

thanks, @nainaztengra

Passion remains, cloaked in crepe paper skin.
Varicose veins conceal it but dreams reveal all.
Memories of future restoration shout glory.

😄😇😄

@creatr

beautiful images, @creatr :) Your last line reminds me of the Lord's Return but also brings to mind a friend Deb and I used to call Glory. She'd shout out during worship, "Glory!"

  ·  7 years ago (edited)

:D :D :D

I mostly only get that effusive when I'm worshiping on a wave, and shout "Halleleujah!" ;)

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Sounds Dreadful , lockily, despite being old, I am still waiting to grow up, to see what I will be?

Don't worry, awgbibb, you have enough to contend with on the open road than worrying about losing your life on the edge of a feather bed LOL!!