STRIPES AND PLAIDS
It is not a pretty sight
when old men are left alone
with no one to remind them
to trim their eyebrows,
that white pants should not be worn
with the first snow in the air,
that one should always assume
stripes and plaids will clash.
"He dressed himself today,"
the country club ladies say
when lonely old men
wander in for dinner
but their husbands
barely glance up,
for some things are not important
until the day they are.
This poem is based on a humorous comment I remember my former mother-in-law making in a country club dining room, circa 1977. I was also inspired by the crazy outfits I sometimes see old men wearing around town. Oh, and then there’s my eyebrows (and nose hairs . . . it’s hard getting old). Happy Holidays to all!
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I adore this. It made me smile endlessly.
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Thank you . . . I enjoy your work as well! Happy Holidays!
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Ha! Love this
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Wonderful as always Joe!
Merry Christmas!
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Thanks!
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Wonderful observations about some old men (and some not so old ones, too).
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We may be old, but thank god, not that lonely 😑
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Amen, Bill
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Thanks for not mentioning the unannounced and unintended sounds that we sometimes emanate.
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(Almost a haiku)
old men learn
to clench their cheeks
when rising from a chair
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I really like this one, Joe.
It’s gentle and true.
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Thanks so much.
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wonderful piece
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