Old Man in the Morning

Sitting at my desk
fumbling with the mouse,
forcing the computer
to tell me stories.

Clicking on a link,
finding it dull,
searching for another
to tell the right tale.

Who would think a man
growing older would
behave this way,
searching for answers?

If you could see me
at my daily silliest
you’d wonder if I’m
really this old.

My wife sees me at
my worst and still
loves me every day
more than I deserve.

It’s this time of day
that lets me think
about such things
and relish them.

No, it’s not the time
of day that lets me
daydream and wonder
about the wonder of life.

It’s just good
fortune and a wife
who puts up with an
old man in the morning.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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6 Responses to Old Man in the Morning

  1. I love it, Juan! Tom Waits is very high on my list of real artists!

  2. juan says:

    For you, Old Man … now going Out West!;)


  3. Pauline, on the one hand I’ve been a giddy child all my life and on the other I’ve been an old man since birth…two sides of a coin. My life since 50 has been getting better and better and I have no reason to think that will change!

  4. Get this old thinking business out of your head. My mother said, “Life got good after she hit 50.” There are many good reasons that she felt that way. The truth of the matter she lived to be 100. So for sure she had 50 good years in the second half of her life.

  5. Joyce says:

    Another winner, John. But I just can’t think of you as an “old man.”

  6. Trish says:

    Aww, what a nice poem you written here, John!

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