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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Twilight Years of Life (07/02/09)

TITLE: Twilight,Twilight Years
By Deborah Ann Belka
07/08/09


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Twilight, twilight years.
Oh, Dear Lord you know my fears,
Please forgive vanities tears.
In these twilight years. . .

Brunette hair turning gray,
Getting thinner every day.
Even with all the goop and spray,
It goes its own crazy, wild way.

In these twilight years . . .

Arms that once were firm and thin,
Now have flabby, wiggly skin.
A face once with a velvety grin,
Now has a hairy upper lip and chin.

In these twilight years. . .

Eyesight going faint and dim,
Cataracts make things look too grim.
Can no longer see the baskets rim,
When I go to the old folk's gym.

In these twilight years . . .

Oh Lord, please give me the grace,
To accept the changes I must face.
Time is now on its final race,
I don't know how to beat its pace.

In these twilight years. . .

Hearing is no longer at its peak,
Everything sounds a little weak.
I shout and yell when I speak,
Makes me look like a shrieking geek.

In these twilight years . . .

Forgetting my childrenís name,
They make fun of me like itís a game.
But the truth is I feel so lame,
They donít even look the same.

In these twilight years . . .

Whereís it, whereís it, where is it,
I canít remember where I put it.
Hunting till I lose both my mind and wit,
Iíll search till dawn before I finally quit.

In these twilight years . . .

Thereís plenty more to my tale,
But, I choose not to tell.
Except, I also lost my sense of smell,
And my feet and ankles sometimes swell.
But, then I don't want to dwell,

On these twilight years. . .


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BAYO OMOYIOLA, JR07/09/09

This is a beautiful piece
Mildred Sheldon07/10/09
As my mother used to say "Old age is not for wimps."
Allen Stark07/12/09
It's good to see that with all your loses, you haven't lost either your sharp menatl ability and sense of humor.
Dee Yoder 07/12/09
Very humorous poem and that is definitley needed in facing the twilight years!
Norma-Anne Hough 07/13/09
This brought the smile to my face which was sorely needed today. Really loved reading it:)
diana kay07/15/09
i like this poem the repitition is very effective. It almosts sooths like a lullaby or like swinging in a rocking chair
Robin Ulbredtch 11/13/13
I love this poem. As a woman over 55 I can truly relate to this meassage!

I do think the repetition of "In those twilight years" is too often. It's a little too distracting and interrupts the though and rhythm of the poem. Perhaps repeating it after every two stanzas instead of every one, would help.

One thing that encourages me is that Caleb was in his 80's when God used him in battle to fight the Canaanites and secure the promised land. We may be in the twilight years, but God's not done with us yet! Keep on writing and encouraging. You did a great job!