How We Age

We never know when we are young Exactly how we’ll age. So many unknown factors All pitch in to set the stage. Of course, we have our DNA, A part of us since birth, And then the way we live our lives For all our years on earth. The food we eat, the jobs we have, Our exercise (or lack), The stress we face and problems which May veer us off the track. The health-related issues And the treatments they entail May be tough enough that skin will sag And wrinkles will prevail. When school reunions happen And we see each older face, We might see pain and suffering That make-up can’t erase. Yet seeing others with their years Of troubles on display May fool us into being glad That we don’t look that way.

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Maurice Rigoler

Date: 9/27/2023 6:55:00 AM

Some people age with remarkable consistency or with little disfigurement. Lucky them! On the whole, I'd say men age better than women and with less recourse to a plethora of masking enhancements. For me the worst part about ageing is loss of mental faculties and physical skills, both of which rob living of its once many joyful experiences. / Maurice

Jerry Brotherton

Date: 9/25/2023 9:18:00 AM

If not for photos, I probably would not recognize my younger self if I met him on the street. Well penned, my friend. Have a good one.

Arastu Goyal

Date: 9/24/2023 10:40:00 AM

I enjoyed reading this poem, age is a process that is feared by some, I like to think of it in a way to be able to look at someone and see how wise they are. Wonderful poem, and a very fun read. -AG

Jan Allison

Date: 9/24/2023 10:37:00 AM

It certainly can be a shock meeting up Ilene, those who were slim and svelte in their youth may have piled on the pounds and unless they have had plastics surgery we cannot stop the ravages of time on our bodies. Fab write as ever Ilene:-) hugs Jan xx