The poem following below is the opening poem from Alan Reynolds brilliant poetry book “The Olding Man” . A book I would like to introduce and highly recommend to all you poetry lovers. Alan takes his readers on a journey from his opening poem all the way to the last poem. He has a superb way of writing which hold your attention word by word , line by line, towards the ending line and to leave you with pondering thoughts afterwards. And in between he masterfully weaves the ever turning seasons of Nature and Life around the pondering of the olding man.
Sometimes when I buy a poetry book there might be some poems I don’t fancy. Well with Alan’s book it’s the opposite, Not only do I like all the poems , I do like them a lot! Oh, and believe me you don’t have to be old yourself “as the hills” to enjoy his book, as he states on the back cover , with wry observations, moods swings and notes of joy.
The Olding Man Still Going Wrong
He is old as the hills. He is fanatically bent
although his world’s gone queer.
Though becoming an ancient who some might think wise
his failure is crystal clear.
His doctor has retired and his priest has expired.
They have gone to Who knows where.
He spends his long mornings on diets and prayer
and his afternoons on beer.
His grandchildren helped him creep out for some sun.
He found their attention dear.
They left him outside and the winter was long
but it’s spring and he’s still there.
Poem courtesy and © Alan Reynolds
Alan Reynolds, author of “Sometimes in Balance ” and of hundreds of poems published in printed magazines and online, applies his skill with language and his ability to translate diverse imaginings into verse to create sharp observations from a place of truth that resonates.
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