"An Old Man in an Armchair" by Rembrandt‘Withering Slights’ by Michael Glassman The Society February 7, 2019 Culture, Humor, Poetry 4 Comments I start to age ten minutes out of bed, More fragile now but not yet dead. My son-in-law hovers round me when I walk In case I stumble as we talk. My daughter’s gift to me: a three-pronged cane Concealed within the quiche Lorraine. A stranger volunteers his seat to me. The spine’s the bane of the elderly, L4 and L5 express their relief At respite for their commander-in-chief. Since others hold a door with a “There you go,” Call me “Papa” as I walk slow, And tell me that “The door button’s on the left,” I go home feeling less bereft. Michael Glassman is a 75-year-old retired Social Studies teacher living in Newburgh, N.Y. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 4 Responses E. V. February 7, 2019 Good morning! I love the title’s wordplay (Withering Heights > Withering Slights) Brilliant! It’s definitely a humourous poem that I enjoyed reading. The cane/Lorraine rhyme is good, but I’m a little confused on how a quiche can conceal a cane? It’s good that today’s young people respectfully offer their seats to the elderly. Reply michael April 7, 2019 Thank you E.V. i appreciate that you enjoyed reading my poem. Thank you, Michael Glassman. Reply David Hollywood February 21, 2019 What a wonderfully reflective poem opening all the pangs of reflection as we grow older. Many thanks. Reply Michael Glassman April 7, 2019 Dear Mr. Hollywood: Thank you for reading my poem and taking the time to send me how you liked it. Michael Glassman Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.