Senior Citizen Time Space Curvature Trilogy No. 2

A continuation of my T.O.A.S.T. (Timeless Old Age Senior Tales) poetic series. So come taste sonnet Connolly tales submitted comments today.
 
Old Age on the Rise: My Demise
On my timely demise there is from little to no surprise
for a doddering old fool who taught school this applies
facing onset of senile dementia Alzheimer’s disease vies
aging and less raging signal a more sedentary life on the rise.

At the rising of the moon a cell phone paging lunatic cries
mocking death and insurance actuarial tables it denies
synaptic malfunctions and short-term memory loss in disguise
the inability to remember or recall as father time flies.

What stares me in the face and confronts my bewildered eyes
is a pack of distortions, deceptions, and more deliberate lies
a shot of reality wine in a glass of truth I have to analyze
to absorb septuagenarian whats whens wheres and whys.

Throwing it back at me, the mirror on the wall spies
what some elderly despise, white hair on head and beard,
Oh me! Oh my! hear my false cries.
 
Old Age Spins: A Gain, A Loss, Alas
My little shin splints make me wince
my little crotch rash comes in a flash
get rid of that bottle of black hair rinse
get access to your big bundle of cash
eye lashes invisibly irritating my eyes
skin tags under my arms and on my neck
an old friend shows up a complete surprise
no need to kiss her just give her a peck
ageist putdowns heard more at my age
in church my knees refuse to let me kneel
can’t remember whether I turned the page
rains effect on my arthritis I always feel
 
old age spins are now my everyday tales
old aged whiskey puts wind in my sails.
 
Growing Old Tips: Don’t Read My Lips
In my poetry I’m not really looking for profundity
but do hope to provide readers some levity and humor
as years slow me down and increase my rotundity
just an old boomer who can smile at a new rumor.

Hoping some of my satiric and narrative poems
catch a few eyes and begin that interior journey
connecting neural synapses inside grey haired domes
and provide mirth before readers go out in a gurney.

Oh not hah ha hah! but perhaps a wry or sly smile
coming when readers get my sarcastic points of view
which go sloshing around memory banks for a while
that would be my ideal in reaching out to you.

Looking for some fun ‘how to age gracefully’ tips
read some of my doggerel poetry, just don’t read my lips.

Joey ‘Pepe Batbon’ Connolly (Special to the Saipan Tribune)
Joey “Pepe Batbon” Connolly is a retired teacher and has been named a poet laureate of Tinian. He has taught English in CNMI public schools for the past 30 years. He has also taught in Alaska, New Orleans, and Las Vegas.