Michael Wegman Poet Acrostic

Growing Old

Empty thoughts oft prevail, in
Minds now numbed by years;
Being filled instead with sleepiness,
Rest, the new music of aged Pioneers.
Age is just a number declared, while
Choosing to ignore, how hearing and
Eyesight dim at first, then slowly disappear.

Live fast, love hard
Is sage advice
For Life is far too short
Enlightened Saints decree.

For far longer lay eternity,
On the horizons of mortal men, in
Restitution for faith filled lives.

Inside old eyes, deep shadows course,
That recall one's youth, with scarcity.

Indeed, the pain old bodies feel,
Succumb to eventual pastures, real. 

So "child like" defines both young and old, in
How life's savored with wonderment.
Ordained as mentors of experience
Resigned to laugh until they're gone, in
Twilight gracefully growing old!

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J.R. Wren-Ingalls January 10, 2020 at 9:53 PM This was beautiful and brilliant! I like how it had the message in bold, it supported the poem itself, and I love how you deal with the theme of becoming elderly can actually bring us back to our youth's innocence. I love how you ended it with "gracefully growing old."

Line Gauthier June 13, 2019 at 8:28 AM Brilliant acrostic, Michael. Superbly penned. Michael Wegman June 13, 2019 at 9:19 AM Many thanks Line. It was a joy to think about this topic for the time spent penning it! I am in my sixth decade on this rock orbiting the Sun, and therefore can relate...