You’re Only as Old as You Feel


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    My last poem "Saturday Night", a cowboy poetry rhyme, got little attention (thanks to the two people that read it) so I can only assume that folksy stuff doesn't fair well on OP. But I'm a hard head and have posted this little folksy write to give it another chance.

    You’re Only as Old as You Feel


    I was heading down Route 54 toward Liberal, Kansas

    I could taste the beer that they serve at Rosas

    My vintage GTO cruising at about eighty-five

    The road was long; it had been a hell of a drive


    Then in my rear view mirror I spied a small speck

    It was getting ever larger and I said “what the heck”

    I couldn’t make it out but it was traveling fast

    I punched the GTO and soon the dye was cast


    Within minutes the speck turned into a jet black Harley

    The driver was a big guy and downright gnarly

    And as it passed me I could see that it was a Fat Boy Lo

    With a passenger on board which seemed apropos


    The passenger was tucked in behind him to protect from the breeze

    A gal she was, probably the guy’s main squeeze

    In a flash they were gone as if I had some social disease

    They were doing over a hundred or so, if you please  


    On arriving in Liberal I pulled into Rosas Canteen

     The Fat Boy Lo was parked out front; on its tank the name Colleen

    I walked inside and saw a sight I’ll never forget

    At the bar sat this old geezer and by his side a geezerette


    They were sipping some brewskies and laughing real loud

    They must have been eighty, she appeared well endowed

    Black leathers they wore from their head to their toe

     As I took a seat he ordered two shots of Jim Crow


    The waitress brought my beer as I stood at the end of the bar

    Some guy in the corner was playing an acoustic guitar  

    Just then they both rose and headed for the door

    Walking briskly with chains jingling, across the bar floor


    The guy passed without a word, I think I heard a small sigh

    She was a few feet behind him as she passed by

    She reached over and quickly patted my butt

    Turned and winked and then out the door she did strut


    They were nowhere to be seen when I left the bar

    I thought to myself they couldn’t have gone far

    Then I see across the street a motel named the Great Plains Chateau

    Parked in front of one of the rooms is the Harley Fat Boy Lo


    I think to myself maybe they checked in to sleep off the drinks

        At their age they probably aren’t interested in high jinks

    Then I said to myself think again dummy, c’mon

    They're shacked up for the night and are probably getting it on.


    ©Copyright Charlie Gragg October 23, 2010

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    Olan01 commented on You’re Only as Old as You Feel


    Love this and it is going to my favorites. You tell a very fine story, an anti-poem to my, "Whispers on a Breeze."



    Thanks. Your comments are always encouraging.

    lunamarie commented on You’re Only as Old as You Feel


    haha! ... you know it Hampt! ... remember what she did! ... haha! ....... great story-tellin' !!!!!!! ............ Luna



    Warmest thanks.

    StandingBear commented on You’re Only as Old as You Feel


    An interesting, different kind of tale that captures the imagination.



    Nice comment. Thank you.

    Chaos128 commented on You’re Only as Old as You Feel


    Ha ha You sure this was route 54? Aren't these the kind of shenannigans usually associated with route 66?



    Route 54 it is. Dusty and long. Thanks.

    rsalassi commented on You’re Only as Old as You Feel


    While this delicious little poem is crammed with vivid imagery, I'm not sure the sights I conjure are all that appealing. Even their tattoos are hard to see through the wrinkles and sags. But the magic sound of a name (Liberal, Kansas....or Liberty Valence) takes us back to another world. Good write.



    Thank you professor.

    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

    Hampton’s Poems (111)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    Searching 5
    The Poetess 14
    Nonsense 12
    Solitude 18
    Lame Limericks 14
    Message to Papa 15
    Young Jimmy O’Fallon 11
    The Computer From Hell 18
    Life Ain’t for Sissies 16
    The Mind In Motion 13
    The Game of Poetry 9
    Silence 55
    WordSlinger 19
    Holiday Thoughts 12
    Sweet Mary 18
    From White to Grey to Black 19
    The Reckoning 12
    And All of That Jazz 16
    Today 25
    No Offense, Just My Opinion 16
    Lucky 10
    You’re Only as Old as You Feel 13
    Saturday Night 13
    Political Change? 14
    The Female Gender 17
    I’m In Charge Here, Aren’t I? ( With Epilogue) 10
    I’m In Charge Here, Aren’t I? 7
    Remembering 11
    This Web We Weave 13
    The End 16
    The Day the Clouds Cried 16
    The Path of Life 12
    My Mother Ruth 12
    Humanities Challenge 14
    A Cowboy's Perspective 12
    July in Buda Texas 14
    The OP Poets Parade 20
    The Chatelaine 12
    Shot Through the Heart 17
    Poetry and Fine Wine 18
    The Man What Am 10
    The Final Beat of My Heart 16
    The Rainbow of Poets 19
    A Cowboy's Lament 13
    Of This World I am Not 17
    The Wee People 19
    An Evening at an Irish Pub 15
    The Scent of Love 14
    Fresh News from Buda Texas 16
    Memories of Times Past 13
    The Dance of the Poets 20
    The Confession 14
    Road to Obscurity 18
    Barbara 14
    Shadows 15
    Prescience 17
    Words That Bind 54
    Wondering 26
    New Year News from Buda Texas 13
    We Are All Witnesses 16
    Christmas 25
    A Cowboy’s Prayer 29
    The 9 ers 24
    Love Defined 27
    Tis a Time to Give Thanks 21
    More News From Buda Texas 26
    Choices 26
    News from Buda, Texas 21
    In Search of God 21
    Writers of Poems (WOPs) 26
    Out of the Darkness 15
    Visions from Within the Mist 18
    Baseball 12
    The Night Stalker 16
    The Man I Presume to be Buck 16
    The Sounds of Time 17
    The Little Man in the Green Hat 18
    Blah Blah Blah 14
    One Two Three 13
    Carpe Viam 11
    Love in the Afternoon 13
    The Moth 14
    Lost & Dungeons of the Mind 11
    The Creative Process 19
    The Truth and the Tribe 19
    The Long Wait. 19
    Feathers 26
    The Arrow 14
    Take Two Cialis and Call Me in the Morning 26
    Ghostly Images 16
    Friends 11
    Angels Without Wings 20
    The Rider 16
    Pride and Shame 18
    The Winning Poet is.... 21
    Memories 13
    Politicians 67
    Your Mailbox Is Empty 18
    God's Visit 17
    Poets and Poems 20
    Love Thy Neighbor 13
    Renewal 8
    The Roar of Silence 17
    Blessed Are These Days 4
    Time and Space 5
    Life's Journey 8
    Gift To The Fallen 16
    Hunger 21
    The Antique Shop 30