Get Your Premium Membership

Getting Older

They say age is just a number, but its much more than that. Now everything I eat or drink just somehow turns to fat. I used to kick a soccer ball all over sunny fields of green but now I throw my knee out just pulling on my jeans . My auburn hair that hung in waves, long and full of sheen, is now short and white, stands on end, and makes me look quite mean . Old age isn't for the faint of heart. You need to be tough as a boot and forget about those days gone by when you were young and cute. You need to develop a thick skin. (Though in truth its thinner than ever) Words no longer phase you and your retorts have become quite clever. Yes, growing old is really the pits. Like living under a curse. But on the flipside of getting older, the alternative is worse.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2025




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

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things