Alarm buzzes without warningThere must be some mistake, I hit the snooze buttonIt’s too soon to be daybreak.Yes, morning has brokenSo I raise my weary head. Mumble a hasty prayerBefore I stumble out of bed.Wrapped in a toweling robeOn achy legs I shuffle along ,Feet snug in furry slippersQuietly humming a Sinatra song.I look into the mirrorAnd Medusa stares right back,Seven years bad luckIf my visage makes the mirror crac...

When one is spry and healthy, being alone is not too bad. Though there is no other there is much fun to be had. When aches and pains have started but are not yet too severe, life is still quite manageable even though there’s no one near. When movement becomes harder, and it’s difficult to bend, that’s when one starts to regret the absence of a friend. When pain from doing simple things does make it hard to live, one becom...

I saw you and I had no choice. Your heavenly face, your alluring voice. All my waking thoughts were about you. We met and had our intimate talks. We shared romantic beachside walks. I agonized about what I should do. You were young and I was old. My body had become quite cold. I prayed your love might lead to my rebirth. Long ago my desires went. My manly passions had been spent. I hoped you could restore my lost self-wor...

November Rainby Autumn Writer© Copyright 2011 November rain descends in angry spatterson crumbling leaves that lie in tatterson chilly ground that waits its winter sleep.Forgotten flowers bow heads and weep.Chilly drops—what purpose in their minds begotto wet the ground when it matters not?Grumbling clouds grow grayer still;speak to all of nature’s will. November rain brings back to mindshowers of May, left so far behind....

Three Sundays hence I’m on MEDICARE, this Sunday I’m depressed. Once that milestone comes to pass all hope is put to rest. For now at this late stage in life it almost certainly seems that I shall never realize my glorious cherished dreams. I’ll never be a baseball player, or find a cure for cancer. I’ll never be a movie star or a graceful ballet dancer. I won’t become an astronaut who walks in outer space, or drive a tri...

Autumn Rose By Autumn Writer © Copyright 2011 Little soldier, so proud you are in crimson tunic, emerald epaulettes and matching pantaloons. Stand tall and face bitter autumn winds which scrape bare the once-green garden wherein once would parade colored battalions in summer victories, too many to name. Comrades all in crimson, pink, yellow, white You knew them well in days of golden summer light, But the wind; the cruel,...

Middle Innings © Copyright 2007, 2010, 2011 by Autumn Writer Author’s note: this story is entirely a work of fiction. It is not intended to portray any specific players, team or event. If there are any similarities it is completely coincidental. *************** Will Daggett stood atop the dugout steps. “Whew! Feel that heat.” The blast of summer heat was the price to pay for clubhouse air conditioning. He could remember w...

I wonder at this face I see, Looking back from the mirror and staring at me; This stranger seems to wear my face, Why didn’t I notice he took my place? What happened to my long dark hair? Now flowing grey and so much less there; My eyes once blue like ponds of ice, Turned pale and faded and not so nice; This body once tanned and thought a porn star, Now barely held together and best seen from afar; Who is this guy in fron...