Old Like Me.. (Revised)
by Rosalyn R Smith
Tuesday, March 04, 2003
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Today I learned a new word, not a big word, just a plain and very old word, old like me. It almost made me feel like a second grader, but I'm old now, and it's not true what they say, when they say, you can't teach an old dog new tricks. I learned this new word and I've been saying it for two days straight, and I'm excited like I were a first grader. I'm still finding that this new word of mine has many facets not yet cornered, and I don't think the mind will ever have the ability to understand all that it holds. My new word makes me clap and it brings many smiles to my face. It makes me want to talk all day long, and I've been talking all day long like I were back in kindergarten. It's strange this overwhelming pressure to tell everyone I see, even the ones I haven't met. I'm excited, you really have no idea how much I'm excited. My lips are about to explode, and my eyes scream, give me a break and just ask! I'm feeling like I felt on the first day of pre-school, how I waited for that yellow bus to stop and open the doors just for me, but I'm old now and I'm relearning everything right from the start. It's a little word, and it's old like me, then someone stops by and admires my fresh new look, and then I introduce them to my new found friend, old like me. All Rights Reserved 2003
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| Reviewed by Z McClure |
1/29/2008 |
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This poem sums up nicely, how I felt inside when I met Jesus for the first time. This collection of words just flows...it tickles me inside...like a fresh spring from inside my heart!
Thanks for the treat Rosalyn. :)
-a kindred spirit |
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| Reviewed by Patrick Talty |
3/10/2003 |
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I felt your excitement as you embraced a new, but old word. The back-to-childhood images heightened the sense of exciting discovery and this aspect certainly brings the reader into your sphere.
The poem is all of enlightening, inspirational, didactic and entertaining. Quite a nice example of why free verse is NOT cut-up prose. |
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| Reviewed by Birdie Houston |
3/8/2003 |
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| Age is a number some young act old some old act young great write ! |
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| Reviewed by Josephine Bohen |
3/5/2003 |
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what joy captured here
josie
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| Reviewed by James David Compton (Reader) |
3/5/2003 |
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I feel this same excitement when my functions are "regular", if you know what I mean. Now THAT'S old...LOL.
Wonderful piece, I really enjoyed it!
-James |
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| Reviewed by Patricia Gomes |
3/5/2003 |
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| Rosalyn! I'm sitting here with a huge grin on my face...a joyous piece. This makes the heart sing! |
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| Reviewed by na na (Reader) |
3/5/2003 |
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Rosalyn, young you are in spirit and vitality ... because the words you write
say you are. Robert is right ... so long as the creative juices flow ... you are not old. Bill Murray |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
3/4/2003 |
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| the only time we get old is when we looe our creative spirit... i see no signs of being old here... |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader) |
3/4/2003 |
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I can't believe I can't find that word anywhere. And if you are "old", I am Elvis Pressley. Okay, so is the word "old"?
Well done. [smiles]
~E |
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| Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader) |
3/4/2003 |
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| Aren't we all, Old like me? |
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