Old Age

Old age is bound to come knock at our door, And knock us right unto the floor. Once we have woke who we were... We are no more. We have let time slip out of our hands, To caught up in life demands. Not noticing our lives Fading away like a rose petal, Drying up and flying away like a feather. Once all the things we have done catches up with us, We will wish there was something we could have savored.

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Arlene Smith

Date: 12/14/2014 8:55:00 PM

You nailed it with this one, Ettie!!. I just woke up one morning in an old person's body!.. Hugs.. Arlene

Ettie Christian-Bowling
Date: 12/18/2014 9:28:00 AM

Lolz Thx for stopping by:)-Love Ettie

Matthew Anish

Date: 8/26/2014 5:37:00 PM

I like the last line of the poem a lot. Went fishing yesterday and caught 2 flounders and a striped bass. I can savor the moment - and yes, summer is fading and so are we. Peace & Love Matthew Anish

Ettie Christian-Bowling
Date: 9/4/2014 12:29:00 PM

Fishing? Sounds fun there is alot of places you can fish around down here lolz....Yes we are Matthew:)-Love Ettie

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 8/14/2014 6:33:00 AM

Enjoyed this fine write on old age, Ettie

Ettie Christian-Bowling
Date: 8/19/2014 12:57:00 PM

Im glad you did Dr.-Love Ettie