As I grow older

As I grow older, I need a shoulder
The kind we need to shed our tears
This older age passage is getting narrower
The hours of the day drift past faster

The night time visit is not welcome
Time itself does not seem to matter
My brain reacts the body does not follow
Try to rekindle my Parents voices

Failure brings tears as I reflect memories
Parents teaching has stayed as a friend
I wish each day to meet parents face to face
In days long ago we did not always listen
Knowledge, wisdom fell at my feet

Now I know I should have paid more attention
Way back in childhood words not always obeyed
I now sit on a bench on my ocean clifftop walks
The sound of the ocean and seagulls helps me reflect
I now wait for nighttime my body will regret
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Maverick Avatar
September 6, 2025 at 11:08 PM
With you mate.' Yet even oor parents Were not perfect..They do understand I will add..I was thinking much similar After reading Bill Bakers bridge poem.' And just happened on yours john.'
Curtis Avatar
August 2, 2025 at 2:34 PM
I know the feeling, well done John
Curtis Avatar
August 3, 2025 at 4:17 PM
It sounds like there's a song in there somewhere, lol
A'Hern Avatar
August 3, 2025 at 1:59 PM
Thank you for responding, Jerry. We all should have read the small print, we would then have been prepared for life's challenges.
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