The Old and Unrested
The old and unrested return to their beds,
propping their pillows under their heads.
Pulling their blankets up to their ears,
they let up on the gas and go into low gears.
Setting their brandies or porters or gins
on their bedside tables, they settle their chins
upon their chests and watch some TV
on laptops that sit where their boobs used to be.
Life is confusing when you are too near it,
especially ’cause it is so damn hard to hear it.
Then when you’re alone, it’s entirely too loud.
These neighborhood noises should not be allowed!
They turn up the volume to drown out the noise
of the car alarms, weed eaters and screaming boys.
They lie all morning, secure in their beds.
Life is much easier lived in their heads!
Before the protests start to roll in, I have to say that this is meant in fun. I was feeling contrary In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Young and the Rested:” When was the last time you felt truly rejuvenated and energized? What made you feel that way?
No. I never ever drink gin in the morning. Hardly ever.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Much too true.
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What a revealing comment, Marilyn. Brandy, porter or gin???
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I’ve become a fan of Rangpur, with a twist (ick, olives). Had I the cash it might be called breakfast.
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Hilarious, even if it doesn’t describe any old people I know.
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It doesn’t describe any old people I know, either. I just wanted to make the young folks jealous!!!! ;o)
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Fun reply.
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Enjoyed this one. Life is confusing but we have to deal with it…no choice, do we have?
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This is a fun poem!
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Had to laugh at the boob line.
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I know. But isn’t it true? I almost cut it and then decided it was sure to get a laugh from someone! And I think pride died a few years ago which makes for much funnier and more truthful writing, for sure! Thanks for your comment, Jennifer.
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Truly rejuvenated and energized? I was sifting thru the decades then realized it was this morning.
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I was writing my blog in a thoroughly dark room last night and suddenly I couldn’t remember where I was. Not only which room, but which house, country and perhaps year!!! Is this what you are describing? It took about 30 seconds for me to find myself in time and place.
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Hahaha! I love it! For me it’s a glass of wine in bed at night – I leave the empty glasses there sometimes so that after a few days it looks like I’ve had a party. hehe
Glad you left the boob line in there – made me laugh too. 😀
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Martinis just look so evil. Especially in the morning. Ha. Actually, rum and Coke is my drink of choice and one or two weak ones my limit. A margarita is like a sedative for me but beats a sleeping pill which I’ve never had in my life except for the hospital.
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Gotta love the liquid sedatives. 😉
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“let up on the gas and go into low gears”… Ah, my favorite part of morning. 🙂 I LOVE this poem.
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I’m so glad. It seemed pretty superficial compared to how many answered the prompt, but I was just being silly.
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Even when you’re silly, you’re wonderful
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Ha. That type of appreciation is what I’ve always looked for in both friends and lovers! As we age as in our childhood, a mutual appreciation of silliness is a priceless quality in a friend.
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Oh yes yes yes! Silliness is a very precious quality.
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That gave me a smile. I do know some oldies that it fits to a tee. In fact sometimes it fits me to a tee after a hard day. Loved the boob line too.
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Gin is a sin
Don’t do it again
Ok? My friend?
Just a quick off the cuff rhyme
Made just for this
One Time!
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