Dreams of Youth

Smiles:) Barbara Have arthritis the doctors says in bones, that I already new from the chiro... that hurt me more than she helped your poem expresses well what I wish, but know shall never be. five stars

Smiles:) Barbara He didn't say which one though, but some of the medicines they prescribe is for osteoporosis, premenopause, bone density loss etc. if i took all the medicine these four doctor i see now, i will have a thirty count bag of medicine. looking for some natural ways as i never had to take medicines before now reaction in the past was really bad. loss my sight with medicine from a dentist for a root canal. immediately stop taking and it got better, but not back to normal. prescribe something more milder that work well for pain. some bad experiences when i did take. wish you well and more better days.

I can see your "house" in the poem and love the way it can be read to be about our own bone hurting selves... Richard

but still ache sometimes. This poem is painfullly honest. I guess I am in denial. By the way, when I compared you to the Jesuit priest in the novel "The Sparrow" I don't know what you look like, he is very visually ugly, I was only comparing you to his Texan, caring Christinsanity. cheers, Jess

and even tried a few times .... I wouldn't mind being a house around here. They look old and weathered but are built to withstand a blast and most are beautiful inside :~) Mark

As we grow old is it not true that our memory fades a bit, but why the hell are we plagued by remembering that we had a fully functional serviceable body at one time. Also the great maker in the sky sort of reminds us as soon as we awake to find our socks are to near the ground, which to feel around only brings the pain, Must not go on, my soul does not hurt, and thats the main thing, very exact piece and good to read,Yours Ian.T

Hello Rett...your poem is so close to real life...very impressive. Rahbar.

Dreams of when it stood young and straignt. Only yesterday. Where does the time go

Rett, I agree with Ian here that our memory fades, but we are plagued by remembering that we once had a fully functioning body at one time, I could so relate to this. Nice piece Rett!

at that beach quote LOOOL Mark

so many buildings in Canada are removed with the great shovels the giant buckets that smash down old tired relics from the eighteen late hundreds what suprises me more are here in this city One can still find old places not much touched since the early part of the latter century rounded and intricate none of this green preservative four by fours and wide assed aluminum siding hammered over details custom windows filling in once elaborate frames I used to visit old houses falling in stand in them take photos this is a good poem

I see aging as a fine wine - you get better as the years pass. I love the comparison you did with the old house and yourself. I'm not near this stage, yet, but Jon and I definitely notice a change between now and when we were teenagers. I cringe at the thought of an all-nighter, and still can't understand how I took 3 classes and worked a full time with o/t job,sometimes pulling double shifts when I was 18 and 19. There are a few more cracks and pops when we get up, now, and there have been quite a few times where I'll walk into a room and forget why I went there in the first place. Don't beat yourself up, Rett, you're still a good lookin' chap. ~Jess ---------------------------------------------------- "Just 'cause you have one, doesn't mean you need to be one....."