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Michael Estabrook


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I try to keep up but the youngsters
walk faster talk faster work faster eat faster
           play faster learn faster . . .
“Becomes harder every year doesn’t it”
quips another old man at the beach
in his floppy hat and Growing Old Ain’t
for the Faint Hearted T-shirt
watching me taking up the rear
clutching onto my towel and chair.
Sure does but at least I made it
           to the ocean
again this year best place
in the world to recharge the old batteries.


© by Michael Estabrook.
Used with the author’s permission.

 



Michael Estabrook, a small press poet since the 1980s, says he is "always striving for greater clarity and concision and for rendering language more succinct, precise, accessible and appealing--a Sisyphean adventure for sure." Now retired after 40 years, Michael is enjoying having more time to write and to work outdoors.

 


Post New Comment:
Lori Levy:
I can see that scene on the beach very clearly!
Posted 07/03/2019 11:43 PM
Jancan:
Ah, yes, there's something about the ocean! Good poem.
Posted 07/03/2019 09:26 PM
CamilleBalla:
Nice comparison of the faster...faster...faster.... Nothing better than time by the ocean. I have been feeling the call and was talking to my daughter yesterday about the energy at the ocean...nothing better.
Posted 07/03/2019 12:08 PM
Sharon Waller Knutson:
Michael, I loved how you used dialogue and description to show what all of us elderly are experiencing and feeling. The poem is powerful and relatable.
Posted 07/03/2019 09:24 AM


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