Wait. Here's one circa 2000. Old, like me, and mine - also like me.
The spirits are sipped but our spirits are sapped.
Our drinks dull our senses but whittle our wit.
We talk foolish and act a fool. We fool ourselves
into a backbone and a hardened heart.
At last, we can return to that haunted house
and together face the ghosts.
no a haircut doesn't count.
got anything else to mount.
Rhymes are fine, but try for meter
You will find no higher feature.
i do not know how
you are able to grow
such a rhymes like yours.
SAYING GOODBYE.
R.I.P
Go my loved ones out to play,
Enjoy the sun, enjoy the day,
My journeys end is now in sight
As I must go unto the night.
Remember then to stay the tear,
Of happy times that had no fear,
Years that pass you have forgot,
Be rest assured for I have not.
Where was I when you needed me?
Those early years my eyes can’t see,
No tender kiss, or loving arm,
Protecting you from any harm.
Would sorry heal your hidden cries;
Could words dry teardrops from your eyes?
If only clocks could turn back time,
I’d envelope your lives with mine.
Afraid of questions you might ask
My answers are prepared and masked,
Though not expected to forgive,
The time has come to live, and let live.
But as I pass into the night
My eyes will always see
Your faces smiling wide and bright
And looking up at me.
Bill Currie.
this last one is Wonderful!! Billgill0!!!
I agree, that's a beautiful poem Bill.
I do have one suggestion; i find the final stanza loses rhythm with the rest of the poem. Perhaps this is intentional? I suggest trying a regular rhythm throughout to maintain fluidity, as I found the rhythm and rhyming scheme smooth and natural right up to that last hurdle 
However it's still a great poem, and one I enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing!
yeah except this is simple little poems.
*HISS!* then warmth is gone
the creative spark snuffed out
by a wet blanket
Haiku by Writch © 2009
LOL.. Ya'll have a wonderful day, night, etc.....
L Is for the light that shines your eyes to mine
O is for oneness devine
V is victory is all that we do
E is for eternally loving you.
i got no friend
but i got you
your name is jane
and went away
this life too
keeps drifting to the past
when will I learn?
we never learn
from the past
unless we want
the past
to teach us
frosted crocuses
this lingering Winter kills
budding Spring haiku
at the nightlight
my insomniac toddler
wears a halo
a slow slash
a cairful bash
a fight that seems
to scream
drop a neutron bomb
(I coulden't find a good ending)
Spring morning
the only song in my empty bird cage
is laughter
Nothing a wee and a Tic-tac can't sort out!
a wee and a Tic-tac can't sort out!
I have a new haircut.... does that count?