My Definition

Here’s my definition of
The act of growing old:
I look around in shops at
All the items being sold

And, although I can afford them,
Even if the price is high,
There is absolutely nothing
That I really want to buy.

My younger self would ooh and aah
In every mall and store,
But there’s very little now
That does entice me anymore.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Fowler Avatar
March 2, 2025 at 10:54 AM
I used to enjoy shopping, but now enjoy buying. Ask yourself, "Do I NEED it?" Thinking of it, now I ask myself, "Do my heirs WANT it?" LOL
Rolland Avatar
February 26, 2025 at 7:37 PM
so true, aging makes us wiser, very interesting poem, i think i was old very young, smiles
Mckeithan Avatar
February 26, 2025 at 5:58 PM
Well said Ilene. My wife and I are trying to downsize. I dont shop for tools or guns much anymore. Trying to sell our camping trailer. Funny how we spend half our lives buying stuff and the other getting rid of it and resisting the temptation to buy more.
Allison Avatar
February 26, 2025 at 3:50 PM
i feel exactly the same lol and I don't need any more tat in my life lol:-) hugs jan xx
Greenhough Avatar
February 26, 2025 at 1:07 PM
I have to agree. I've run out of room, but I'm still a sucker for books. Thank you for the sisterhood.
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