59 Reflections
When did you get to be so old?
Jowls. You have Jowls, and a hair
on your chin.
Not fat, no, but plump,
Grannie padded, cuddly.
Laughter lines Or
World weary tracks of tears?
Aches. Knees, shoulders
All the not so bendy bits.
Is worse to come?
The eyes are dry
Turning to dust already?
No one is fooled by the golden hair
Carefully applied dark lashes or
Soft coral lips.
Yield now. Be graceful in the winter.
Be wise as only the old can be.
Accept limitations without limiting yourself
Live. Contentedly accept the inevitable
And happiness will no longer elude you.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
