Age is relative. I (Walt) had celebrated another birthday on Friday and though I am not old by any stretch of the imagination, my body sends me frequent reminders that I’m not as young as I used to be. So in keeping with the age-old adage, “you’re only as young as you feel,” write a poem with “Old” in the title. You could write about “I’m Not Old,” “My Old School,” “This Old Pair of Shoes” … Don’t let the week get too old before you tackle this prompt.

Marie’s example:

Old, Faulty Parts

My fibula is so untrue.
I lack the science gene.
I cannot take a ribbing,
And my brain is not too keen.
I’m told I have a pisiform.
I find that in poor taste.
I’d find it humerus, except
My funny bone’s misplaced.

Walt’s Try:


It seems like old times,
names and faces, places
where I learned of life
come to mind to haunt me
and flaunt their memory.
It sends me into reminisce.
A chance to relive past dreams.
it seems like old times.