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    This Is Life "Fading"
    This Is Life "Fading"
    This Is Life "Fading"
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    This Is Life "Fading"

    By Roger W. Coltey

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    Various stories of poetry, some non-traditional. Many of the poems are memory flashes of the authors past.

    Retired military, past times include wood working, genealogy and writing. Loves putting memoirs of past into poetic readings.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateFeb 14, 2011
    ISBN9781452092096
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      This Is Life "Fading" - Roger W. Coltey

      Contents

      FADING MEMORIES

      MY DAD

      THE GIFT OF AGE

      LIFE LIKE THE SLOWING WHEELS OF A BIKE

      SEX

      SEX AGAIN

      A PUPPY’S BEST FRIEND

      POOR CITY FOLK

      TWAT

      AIN’T THAT GREAT

      TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN

      THE ONE-EYED MONSTER

      APPLE PIE

      AS A KID

      WHAT WILL YOU HAVE

      THE CRACKS IN THE CEILING

      ALL THAT IS SIGNIFICANT

      THE GLORY OF EACH PASSING DAY

      A RAINY DAY

      SELF-MADE MAN

      OBSERVATIONS OF A SEVEN YEAR OLD BOY

      RIBALD DEWALD

      EFFICIENCY

      HE PASSED

      THE ORANGE CRATE SCOOTER

      PROMOTION

      WHY MUST A BUDDY DIE?

      TREND SETTER FETTER

      HIM

      ENERGY CRISIS

      THE VIRGIN

      BELCHERTOWN

      DEBT TO SOCIETY

      YOUTHS LOVE LOST

      ON A SUNDAY PAST

      EVENING

      THE ANGEL

      THE MOLDER OF MEN

      PEDANTIC ENGLISH TEACHERS

      BRUTALITY

      A ONE WAY TRACK

      SHOULDN’T I KNOW HOW TO USE THE TOOL?

      INSPIRATION

      NUDE IN THE FALL

      THOUGHT TO ONES DYING

      THE RAIN

      AIR TRAINING COMMAND

      TODAY BECOMES THE PAST

      THE RIGHT TO DIE

      IMMORTALITY

      ROTTEN LUCK

      SPRING?

      HAY RIDE

      ALONG WILL COME THE SPRING

      STONE WALL

      YOUR DOCTOR KNOWS THE CURE

      NEVER WILL I UNDERSTAND

      GROWING UP

      SMOKING

      BACTERIOLOGIST

      WHAT IS MAN?

      IN THE SAME OLD FASHION WAY

      MY ANSWER TO GROWING OLD

      MY ANSWER TO STAYING YOUNG

      LIFE AND DEATH

      IT’S JUST NOT TRUE

      MAN AND WOMAN

      I KNOW WHAT I WANT

      DEATH OF A HOME

      A CHILD’S HOPE

      MEMORIES

      POLLUTION

      ROSES ARE PRETTIER THAN LIFE

      OH! OH!

      DON’T GET DISCOURAGED

      ADOLESCENCE

      HILLBILLY GIRL

      WHAT DO YOU GET OUT OF LIFE?

      THE SPEEDSTER

      SCHOOL DAYS

      PEER TRUTH

      MINI-SKIRT

      DON’T TAKE LIFE IN A HURRY

      THE CRIB

      QUESTION?

      WORSHIPFUL MASTER

      LODGE OVER THE STABLE

      LIGHT OF A MASON

      CAN IT BE LOVE?

      THE LOWLY ENZYME

      THE ROSE

      HAPPY BIRTHDAY DONNA

      MEDICAL TECHNOLOGIST

      THE DIFFERENTIAL

      CAROL

      HOBBY

      RETIREMENT

      JERK

      NELLIE JEAN

      PROSE

      TIME

      DEMOCRACY

      TRAIN OF LIFE

      NO TIME SCHEDULE

      DON’T LOSE THE CHILD

      VIETNAM MEMORIAL

      WHAT A CUTIE

      MONEY, MOOLAH, DOUGH

      WORKING WOOD

      THE SLOTS

      LIFE IN NATURE

      A ROSE, A SMILE

      CUTE DOG

      WINE AND ROSES

      YESTERDAY

      FLEDGLING

      STREAM DREAMS

      AM I A GHOST

      KEEP YOUR ZIPPER UP

      LOUNGE SCROUNGE

      I LOST

      WHAT ABOUT ME?

      FERTILE MIND

      BABBLING BROOK

      BECAUSE I SAID SO

      A DAY WELL SPENT

      WASTED TIME

      UNSEEN HAND

      LOVELY THING

      PENIS

      IT SEEMS TO ME

      WHAT A DAY

      FREEDOM

      MORNING

      CRAP

      ENDING THE DAY

      EATING OUT

      MY SHADOW

      POOR POLITICIAN

      CITY SLICKER

      GOODNESS ME!

      THE COCK

      I WONDER

      FRIEND

      DO IT HONESTLY

      THE LIFE I’VE HAD

      TELL ME AGAIN

      I NEVER SAID I’D DO IT

      I AM SURE

      WHAT RINGS YOUR BELL

      EVERYDAY IS DIFFERENT

      WILLY-NILLY LIFE

      THE GOOD PAST

      MY LIFE

      DANDELIONS

      DOGS MOTHER

      PUNCH

      SIGNS

      THE DAY HAS ENDED

      IT’S COLDER THAN HELL

      WHAT’S IN A NAME?

      THE SMILE

      IT’S BETTER NOW

      MALE EGO

      SOLITAIRE

      PICKING NOSE

      CLIMB A TREE

      SOCKS

      PHOTO MEMORIES

      BLESS THIS DAY

      TAXES

      CHRISTMAS PAST

      MY ITCH

      FLY PIE

      KIDS

      BUTTERFLY

      MULBERRY TREE

      LITTLE THINGS

      AM I A SAP?

      ENNIS

      BEING MYSELF

      LOTTERY OF LIFE

      IRAQ

      MY GOLF GAME

      WHERE AM I GOING?

      I DID MY BEST

      RAIN, SLEET, SNOW

      WHY DO YOU LOVE ME?

      LOSING YOUTH

      LOST MONEY

      MY VOTE

      HALL OF FAME

      THE DATE

      DAILY SHOWER

      About the Author

      FADING MEMORIES

      There was a time not long ago

      I’d recall the things I needed to know:

      At least it seems that way to me

      and I am now what I’m meant to be.

      As time rolls on and memory fades

      I can’t recall the mistakes I made

      or of the things I wanted to be

      In the making of my history.

      Years pass by and wisdom is gained:

      My time is spent just being trained

      to learn the rules, obey the law;

      have experiences from which to draw.

      But, what is a memory if not used:

      If mankind’s rules are all abused:

      If many facts remain in awe,

      hidden and the mind kept raw.

      When was it last you sought a fact

      to help you solve a difficult act:

      To help you solve a problem or two:

      Was if readily available to you?

      Perhaps, like me, you know your age

      And youngsters think you are a sage.

      You remember things of long ago

      But not the things they long to know.

      My life has been a pleasant fling:

      I’ve had my loves, I’ve done my thing:

      I’ve built enough of memories

      to last me through eternities.

      01/12/72

      MY DAD

      When I was just a growing lad,

      I should have listened to my Dad:

      For wisdom about my coming strife

      Was being taught in that younger life.

      The things I learned at Public school

      did less to prepare this fool

      then did a piece of my Dad’s mind

      and the hard strap on my behind.

      I guess I must have earned my age

      but not from Dad the wise old sage.

      If I’d have somehow learned from him,

      my hair would not be so grey and thin

      and I am sure that words from Dad

      were meant to make me a smarter lad.

      04/07/69

      THE GIFT OF AGE

      Growing old in a changing society

      is not an easy task at all.

      One must overcome propriety

      And learn to live with ego walls.

      The day when children cared for kin

      Have disappeared like the pioneers

      Who pursued their conviction to win.

      Aging may lead to the loneliest years.

      The octogenarian, once an honored member

      of a family and once considered rare

      is now a sage, a hope, a living ember

      sustained by the few who care.

      Times have changed: A new social reform

      no longer stimulates the needs and desires

      for those of you just recently born

      to care for those you call yours sires.

      To be forgotten and to reap no love

      should not be considered the great reward.

      To become old is a gift from God above

      and has not lessened as society moves forward.

      01/12/77

      LIFE LIKE THE SLOWING WHEELS OF A BIKE

      If I were to tell you that a long time ago

      I’d rather swim and let my lessons go:

      I’d rather play than go to school

      you’d think today that I was a fool.

      If I were to tell you I grew up on a farm:

      Got up at four to work in the barn:

      Ate breakfast at six then took to the plow,

      you’d think it crazy; it’s not done that way now.

      If I were to tell you that when I was a boy

      a two-bitted axe was my favorite toy:

      That a chord of wood was my goal for the day:

      You’d think it harsh and no way to play.

      If I were to tell you that at breakfast time

      I’d eat four eggs in that quick style of mine:

      Drink three cups of coffee and toast lots of bread,

      you’d think it funny to be so well fed.

      But, times have changed. I’m no longer a lad.

      I don’t have to hurry because of my dad.

      I do what I please and play as I like:

      My life is now slowing like the wheels of a bike.

      If I were to tell you and it really is so,

      That I’d rather study and let the play go:

      That I love driving twenty miles to school;

      You’d think today that I was a fool.

      If I were to tell you that I live in a city:

      Get up at seven and dance a short ditty:

      Eat breakfast at eight and take to the road,

      You’d think I was crazy for carrying the load.

      If I were to tell you that at breakfast time

      I’d eat only one egg in the slow style of mine:

      Look in the newspaper to see who is dead,

      you’d think it funny to be so well read.

      But, times have changed. I’m no longer a lad:

      I don’t have to hurry because of my Dad:

      I do what I please and play as I like.

      Now, my life is slowing like the wheels on my bike.

      07/07/67

      SEX

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