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I think that I’ve now lost a dear friend
Who’s now past the point where he can mend.
They took him away
All feeble and gray
For young folks to care for till the end.


photo by Michal Zacharzewski at https://www.rgbstock.com/photo/n3hzesC/Old+man


© Dennis Allen Lange, 2020.



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My body tells me that I am,
With ev’ry ache and pain.
It wants to tell me to be bound
To bed, by Time’s long chain. 

But all the signals are denied
By the essential me,
Which says it simply isn’t true
That I am seventy.


photo by Prawny at


© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

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An older mind is like the keyboard key
That I’ve oft touched just accidentally,
The one that’s at the upper right – insert.
The new appears; the old thoughts then desert.



© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.



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What A Difference A Day Makes!

We were all brown bears.
Then, it snowed.




Seeing The Sea

He’s waiting
To rise from the sand –




I Need A Note

What’s it for –
Finger reminder?
Remind me.


Difference – photo by Marja Flick-Buijs at

Sea – photo by Stephen Eastop at  http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/n9IbPBk/Rock+face+-+Captain+Cook%3F

Note – photo by Billy Frank Alexander at


* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.

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             One Way Trip

Old Spot!  It’s time to take a ride.
   You cower in the strangest place,
As if to play a game, and hide –
   But misery is in your face. 

Old Spot! Good dog!  Let’s take a ride.
   Just you and me ere others wake,
The misery from those folks hide;
   It’s more than any soul should take. 

Old faithful dog! I’ll carry you
   And I’ll be wary of your pain,
Like fragile treasure tote you to
   A place out of the acid rain.    

My old companion, now we drive
   Two troubled souls while others rest.
Short bitter journey, then arrive,
   For you, I always do my best. 

Beloved pet, we’ve reached the vet;
   This far together we have come.
My misery increases yet:
   We’ll both go to, but I’ll come from.


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.


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Question mark

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

What Was It?

I had a thought within a room;
Then to another strode.
I could not find it in the next;
‘Twas left along the road.

I hastened to retrace my steps,
To find the place it lay –
Mischievous child that played a game –
Of hide, and run away.

Into the first, where forth it came
Just moments ere it fled
And there I looked around to see,
To search the room, my head.

Both high and low and all around,
Sought, sought! but could not find.
Not only had I lost the thought,
I’d also lost my mind.


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.

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