I promised them I'd be there

I will never give up
Waste not a moment

There are things
That only I will tell them

I cannot stand by
Satisfied, though frightened
By the “comfort” of old age

I will teach them
The game has rules
Be it Candy Land
Or Monopoly

I shall sing
Old songs
Loudly
Cagily teach them
To chant
In a controlled
Joyousness

I shall thank them
For allowing me
To grow old
Without growing up
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

Poem

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

Greenhough Avatar
September 17, 2025 at 4:10 PM
I like this. Well wishers do no good by reminding us of our age.
Lawless Avatar
September 18, 2025 at 5:30 AM
Hilda, it is mostly my knees and back that remind me of my age
Wolf Avatar
September 16, 2025 at 7:46 PM
Amen, brother. I mean 'baby brother.' ~ Peter Pan
M  Avatar
September 16, 2025 at 1:42 AM
Aww John that is truly lovely and heart touching! A special poem….Debx
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace