Then and Now

Once my hair was Bible-black,
Now it’s grey, both front and back.
Once my teeth were gleaming white,
Now they’re dull—it must be blight.
Once I ran a race, and won,
Now I sit and soak up sun.
Once my fist was hard as rock,
Now it’s limper than a sock.
Once I slept the whole night through,
Now I cannot sleep past two.
That was then, and this is now—
How’d I get here, anyhow?


Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Posted on July 8, 2020, in light verse, Poets & Storytellers United, Rhyming poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. Tick tick tick… We’re all on that road with you, Teach. Well done!

  2. Neatly done! (And how did I get here, too?)

  3. I believe we are all going to get there sooner or later 🙂

  4. Oh, goodness! How I miss those fabled whole night sleep. It feels unreal these days, especially at 2 and 3 and 5 am.

  5. Beverly Crawford

    I love everything about this … the rhyming (of course), the pace and rhythm, and the humor. What a joy to read!

  6. Oh, indeed, how did we get here. Likewise I ponder in my chair. By not dying I would suppose, avoiding clots with support hose.

    There you go making me think again!

  7. Lisa at Greenbow

    Now here is one I can relate to. 😉

  8. Well I ticked all the boxes too…pity there is no prize!

  9. I know that feeling!

  10. Lol! Once I was a size 8, now I’m more like a 98….sigh…life!

  11. Yes, I ask myself that question a lot lately. How did I get here? Great rhyming in this.

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