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Now That I Am Old.
by Old Guy

Sunday, March 04, 2012
Rated "G" by the Author.
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I now appreciate men my age...

Now that I am old, I like men my age.

I did not like men my age when I was young. 

Young men are each others’ enemy.

Combative, competitive, feisty, horny.

I was all those things,

and so were my friends.

We drank and bloodied ourselves.

We raced, we crashed, we bellowed.

I like men my age, now that I am old.

We meet, strangers, and grin knowing looks 

at each other.  We are kith.  We know.

We were there, once, and we know. 

Now we talk unbidden, of life.

Spontaneously we utter what we have learned

to each other, and laugh. 

No blood, no fights, no roaring.

Men my age, I like them now that I am old.


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Reviewed by Jerry Bolton 3/6/2012
Oh there is still blood being shed among the elder set from time to time. However, I agree that we do look at each other with that "knowing" look which says . . . We survived.
Reviewed by Ronald Hull 3/5/2012
When I was young, I wasted little time with young men's struggles. I always sought out older man and women for the wisdom they conveyed. Now, I have only fond memories when I look back that they were in my life before they were gone.

For example, I shared three wonderful years as treasurer of my little community. The president, Herbert O. Morrison, was much more than the man who cried, “ Oh, the humanity…” On that fateful day in 1937 when the Hindenburg crashed.

Reviewed by Asa Seeley 3/4/2012
can't wait to get there. thanks for sharing.


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