Maturing...? (poem) by Ed Matlack on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on October 23, 2008

You are precious to all of us who've you let in to that heart of yours. Great write and love your philosophy. Love, Bonnie

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on October 23, 2008

A fine introspective write, Ed. Thanks for sharing your philosophy. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on October 23, 2008

The older I get, the more I get, I suppose, constipated�

You and John McCain seem to have the same problem, Bro - Try some Metamucil!!!

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on October 23, 2008

Well I can relate with all of that old buddy, I still like the odd cold beer on a warm day or a glass of nice wine with a good meal but other than that they can keept he booze and since I quit smoking...dope has no draw for me either. Still a romantic and a lover at heart and hope to be till the day I die...
Fee

Reviewed by Tom poesyco.th@gmail.com

Reviewed on October 23, 2008

ED - I like the hat. A SMILE would make the PIC better.

Now, with the chill, is that a coat, or a Sweater?

Wanna be - Healthy, Wealthy, and Wise?

Take a Purgative - Get a Twinkle in your Eyes!

With Acceptance now, you Start to get Smart,

Welcome to Old Age - you Big Ole Fart!

Pax Domine Sit Semper Vobiscum - TK.

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on October 23, 2008

The older we get, the wiser we get. We start to realize there are changes we can make in our lives and things we have to live with and accept, white hair, baldness for some, maybe a few wrinkles and those extra pounds. Thank you for sharing Ed.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

Reviewed by Louisa Dobbins

Reviewed on October 23, 2008

Yehhhhhhh!

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on October 23, 2008

we are as old as we think! i do not go quietly into this age thing

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on October 23, 2008

Lil'brother, if you trying to be calmer...you most be going derranger.

Ed the Elder

PS: you are so cute all in black with white bear, ain't you hear of hair coloring?

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on October 23, 2008

One day at a time, Ed ... welcome to maturity. :) There, myself ...

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)

Reviewed on October 23, 2008

Awww, Ed, quit trying to be old. You are a young whippersnapper (whatever THAT means). "Seasoned," yes, that is the word. Those white hairs? Just the chlorine (bleach) in your bath/shaving water. Yes, that's it. That little tremor when you hold your hand just right? It's just itching to slap someone! Yep, that's what it is, by cracky!

Ted

Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle

Reviewed on October 23, 2008

A good poem,all of us have to get old once in a while.take care

Edwin