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Old Age

Dawn seeps soundlessly in to scatter the darkness. Around is silence and quiet and calm. From my lofty balcony, I can admire the serenity Of the vast immensity of the ocean, all smell of balm. Let tranquillity invade my lonely soul, O Lord. The arduous day will soon be full of all its pains. And I am old, too old to face the vexatious turmoil That surrounds me, for I am all aches and sprains. How can I face the rough and tumble of this misery? I need wisdom to discern all that is foolish and vain, I need peace to avoid worries and other upsets. I need love to forgive others’ injuries and bane. Life is short and I’m much too old to bear pains. Death will be a relief from all that troubles me. However life is precious and I will live it through, Only with your genial grace that comes from Thee.

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 2/17/2023 9:06:00 AM

I like this spiritually based work, Victor. Without Him I would be nothing and I need Him every hour. Thanks for sharing this one and for dropping by my page with a uplifting review of my work. Soupmail soon. Sara

David Smith

Date: 2/8/2023 4:46:00 PM

Your thoughts seem unclouded on this one as you put succinctly what we who have reached a certain number of years feel we need to make most of the years we have left and leave this on good terms. thanks for this one, regards David

Shirley Hawkins

Date: 2/4/2023 9:26:00 PM

I do not think anyone else could have explained old age with more emotion and understanding than you have, Victor, in your heartfelt Poem. I am 85 and in poor health; I feel continual frustration because I cannot do the things I used to, trapped in my skin. But as you wisely state, life is precious, and I am still curious; when and where I die entirely out of my hands. Take care, Victor

Michael Tor

Date: 2/4/2023 6:27:00 PM

Wow Victor that line I need love to forgive others is priceless. A favorite my friend...

Beryl Edmonds

Date: 2/4/2023 6:09:00 AM

Life is short Victor, so in spite of old age pain we have to saviour each moment for we’ll never live again.. Hugs, Belle

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 2/3/2023 11:05:00 AM

A creative write with a great ending. Life is filled with turmoil. It is just harder when one is older. Have a great/blessed day...............

Speaks Volumes

Date: 2/2/2023 3:18:00 AM

When the problem makes the day all cloudy and grey, review it .......... You can’t get over it, you can’t get under it, you have to go through it .....TRY HARD TO BE HAPPY..... Hang in there my dear friend.. tomorrow may be better,,,

Evelyn Judy Buehler

Date: 2/1/2023 3:24:00 PM

Old age eventually finds all who live long enough to see its arrival. The stoic acceptance and faith conveyed through this poem are inspiring. I love the final two lines. :)

Sotto Poet

Date: 2/1/2023 1:24:00 PM

Victor, I find that I am seeing this phenomenon more frequently as time passes for me as well. When death provides blissful respite from agony, it is impossible to see it in a negative light. Notwithstanding that... I really hope to see you around these parts for many years to come!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 2/1/2023 12:32:00 PM

I get this more and more as I grow older myself, Victor. We cannot look at death as a horrible thing when it means sweet release from pain. Still... I hope you are around here for years to come!

Eve Roper

Date: 2/1/2023 7:44:00 AM

It becomes to much sometimes.. and the calm sounds like a blessing. But like you said life is precious to just let go since He was the one that granted us that blessing.. Hugs my friend. A prayer well said

Vijay Pandit

Date: 2/1/2023 7:36:00 AM

Highly emotive write, Victor--many can relate to the feelings you express. Excellent as always.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 2/1/2023 5:21:00 AM

Getting on in years certainly brings misery, strange though that it's often the body and not the mind that ages. Tom

Valsa George

Date: 2/1/2023 4:38:00 AM

You have a feeling that you have grown too old. Man's longevity has grown to high levels. There are many more years ahead for you to live! Roll up your sleeves and get ready to start anew. Age is just a number. Powerful poem dear Victor !

Susan Lawrence

Date: 2/1/2023 4:07:00 AM

Your heart and soul are revealed here in this intimate poem dear Victor . Yes, by the grace of God we survive and flourish. Each nuance and moment in time is a gift . Simple things can make a day bright and bring a smile to one’s face. Big hugs to you . Love, Susan :)

Joanna Daniel

Date: 2/1/2023 2:58:00 AM

A heart rending poem, Victor, we all can relate with the last line:) without God's grace, we cannot survive...

David Kavanagh

Date: 2/1/2023 2:22:00 AM

This is pretty intense Victor, almost giving yourself back to the source, but not entirely as life is still precious to you, hang in there, we can never be sure what tomorrow brings, more strife perhaps, or maybe a wondrous day, excellent thought provoking work, cheers David

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 2/1/2023 2:05:00 AM

- ... when death is a friend - and life is more painful than death ... a deep and very sad poem, Victor - hugs