Author: Mark Spencer
Tandy was the homecoming queen,
Every boy’s fantasy;
She wed the high school quarterback,
They split at thirty three.
Tandy was still quite beautiful,
And had her choice of men.
But they always disappointed,
It seemed she couldn’t win.
At thirty six she was approached
By several younger men.
They made her feel like she once did,
And wanted to again.
She chose a boy of twenty two
When she was thirty eight,
They rode off into the sunset,
Like a storybook fate.
But time was catching up to her,
And soon she lost her looks.
Her fairytale would take a turn,
Contrary to the books.
At fifty one, she looked her age,
While he looked thirty five.
They stopped going out together,
Their romance lost its drive.
He was in his mid-life crisis,
His youth was all but gone,
With Tandy he just felt older,
It was time to move on.
He wanted to feel young again,
And so, at thirty nine,
He wed a girl of twenty two,
And left Tandy behind.
Tandy died at sixty seven,
With no one at her side.
And when they laid her soul to rest,
No mournful tears were cried.
Her boy had problems of his own
He now looked fifty one,
His wife was young and beautiful,
It felt like a rerun.
She left him for a younger man,
And just tossed him aside.
One drunken night he ate his gun,
We fight the ravages of time,
As we cling to our youth,
A cougar in a sea of cubs,
Who cannot face the truth.
For those who can’t accept their fate,
When time begins to groan.
This tale of woe, and tragedy,
Could, one day, be your own.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Megan (188.8.131.52) -- Saturday, April 10 2010, 04:01 am|
I don't think they know how truly sad they look trying to fit in with the twenty somethings. My aunt is a cougar, and always wants me to introduce her to my male friends. I'm 24 and she's 42! It's creepy! Great poem.
|Meridian (184.108.40.206) -- Saturday, April 10 2010, 04:52 am|
Fantastic poem Mark! I love your poetry. It's like reading fortunes from cookies.
|Meri (220.127.116.11) -- Monday, August 15 2011, 06:45 pm|
Stanza 12 made me laugh.
You know, I imagine that some of my peers, when they get older, will be looking for someone younger rather than sticking with somebody closer to their age.
|Barb (18.104.22.168) -- Wednesday, September 14 2011, 08:16 pm|
I liked your poem,I most admit I like looking at the young ones I,m 58 but the youmg ones like to do physical things I like a man that likes watching game shows,doing crossword puzzles andsitting in a hall playing bingo.Nothing to strenuous ha ha
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