People are starting to comment on
my dishevelled state,
I have to smile for I never
thought I looked great.
My beard which was once
trimmed and tight,
now has the appearance
best viewed at night.
It is not as if I intended
to let myself go,
but the years caught up
and I started to slow.
My mind and body
are no longer in sync,
which leaves me too much
time on my hands to think.
The dreams I thought
I would have achieved
vanished without trace
to leave me aggrieved
for wasting all the chances
that I had been given,
leaving me empty and alone
in this joyless prison.
The 50 year old poet 
I enjoy your poems. Simple to understand and easy writing.
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Thanks.
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Le persone stanno iniziando
commentare
il mio stato disordinato,
Devo sorridere perché non lo faccio mai
pensavo che stavo bene.
La mia barba che era una volta
tagliato e stretto,
ora ha l’aspetto
meglio visto di notte.
Non è come se volessi
lasciarmi andare,
gli anni raggiunti
e ho iniziato a rallentare.
La mia mente e il mio corpo
non sono più sincronizzati
che mi lascia troppo
tempo da solo a pensare.
I sogni che ho pensato
L’avrei raggiunto
svanito senza lasciare traccia
lasciarmi addolorato
per aver sprecato tutte le possibilità
che mi era stato dato,
lasciandomi vuoto
in questa prigione senza gioia.
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Thank you.
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I believe many over 50’s can agree with that perception!
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The poetry you spin at 50 years are the product of 50 years, however it was spent or bot not spent.
Such beautiful verses wouldn’t have been if not..
I love your lines for their poetic fullness…
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Thanks for the kind words.
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