60 Age Poems | Examples
These 60 Age poems are examples of Age poems about 60. These are the best examples of Age 60 poems written by international poets.
As I get older
And as I amble and imbibe
The wafting of the aroma of roses
And as I get older
I still rock (just not in a chair)
And I roll with the lingo
Of the younger generation
I think things are sick
I try not to throw shade
I think somethings are fire
I am stupidly blessed
(and I say in my Hampton Orphanage drawl)
One hundred percent
As I get older
I find (as Ben Franklin confessed)
That the God of Heaven
Governs the affairs of mankind
The good, the bad and the ugly
And as I get older
(I said older not old)
I am a work in progress
According to the Lord
And as I head to
The autumn of my life
(The words of my Army buddy
And amateur sage Jack
Echo in my mind)
"People say
I am in my own little world,
That's ok,
at least everyone knows me there."
Long retired now; but the
clock yet plays a paramount
roll, when it comes to daily
activities -- still not my
own boss: Doctor's have
schedules, fiber intake for
out-go, often unpredictable;
sign on my toilet door, "Soon
to be occupied!"
Drops of days
have become gushes, rushes
toward an unknown horizon;
the sun now a flicker
like those old black and white
cinema I saw in the theater
as a youth, till the bulb went out,
and the boos and stomping
began...doubt that I would
notice most loud clamor anyway --
all my senses a lot duller
except an increasing tremor of
fear I hide --
climbed a balcony this morning,
a short one --
the old Juliet in a sun-chair,
doing her crossword, fondly
looked up: the smile was distant
but familiar~ her words soothing
and reassuring: "what's a
4 letter word for 60 years, in
sickness and in health loyally
shared?"
What shall I tell you about…books piled high, watery eyes, a day burned up, my birthday coming up. Shall I tell you, I have one more year before I’m officially a senior citizen and how the gray and wrinkled look at me and laugh because I’m too young to be north of 60. My hair dyed dark brown, almost always a big toothy smile, no cane, loose hips. I can see some smiling at that last little quip. I know you're winking on the other side of the screen or perhaps it's an allergy or old contacts. What shall I tell you about…the cheer in a Winter t-shirt and red skirt, long brown hair. I still have the photograph to prove I uplifted Pop Warner. What shall I say…I love a great storm but not destruction and death. I think many of us think this way. We look outside for the excitement, which may or may not come. Glad it didn’t, but sad for those who were gobsmacked by it. I will tell you some random things…like my library sale. Thought I’d buy one or two. Brought one bag. Filled it up. The prices insanely good. I remember the days where I’d buy one book. It was most precious. Each life is duly precious…each and every one. Each and every thought and moment. Fill your bag up.
I'm still confused about growing up.
What, when, why, and how
Are we talking about maturity?
Naturally, it starts with a womb. I mean, growing up.
You should understand the gentle reminder, “What are you going to do in the future?”
Don’t be irresponsible. attend every class in elementary school.
You're in middle school; act like an adult.
Now that you are a high schooler, you might plan for higher studies.
You are in higher studies; prepare for jobs.
Congrats on your job! You should settle in as fast as you can.
You're so fortunate; you've already settled. Why aren't you married?
Wow… what a beautiful couple! Why not, baby?
Bright children, what about their future?
Wait ! Are you still a child? Your children are already married.
When will you grow up?
…………
Why do people still die without growing?
Why do you want to grow?
Why did we forget about living in this process of growing?
Why don’t you let the child breathe, smile,or just play a bit?
Even in 30, 40, or 50 years, why not 60?
Can't we grow with aliveness?
At 20 I never thought I’d have to work as hard
as I am at 60.
At 40 I never thought I wouldn’t want to.
Today I’m having my doubts.
A few days ago a man in town died suddenly
while out mowing his lawn,
and as I carry 60lb blocks and push wheel barrow loads of gravel
all day in the mid-summer sun
I think I’d be okay with keeling over doing this.
My will is in order,
those I love know I do,
and I’ve certainly had an interesting life,
but I think no matter if it’s today
or when I’m 80 or 100
when my heart finally does stop
I’ll be doing something
I didn’t think I’d still have to be doing at that age
nor that I’d ever want to stop doing,
and in that instant
this will all seem like it has been just the blink of an eye.
(from my fourth book, BEGINNER'S MIND, 2019)
Morning song
it is six in the morning
I get down and move the car from
the place reserved for vans.
This the best of times cooling before the heat begins
only a few people out walking their dogs enjoying
the peace of a beginning.
I could have parked my car in the space between
two cars, but I lose my nerves, this after 60 years of driving.
In the night the wind blew hard from the sea
tiring itself out, and me too I hate the wind it takes my breath away
leaves me a husk falling asleep in front of the TV.
Yesterday I carried water to the house, the porter usually
do this but, my wife thinks he takes too much money.
I do not agree.
Being able to carry bottles of water is better than not being
able to carry water, my heart does not agree.
If we delay pushing back,
Telling others it is wrong to do that,
Putting on a hard hat,
Leaving a one bedroom flat,
Giving bodies less fat,
Chasing the money trail to a fat cat
Smelling a rat,
Going out to bat,
Getting rid of the weeds covering the welcome mat,
Reading the latest crime stat,
Giving a word to the wise, to a bureaucrat,
Making gangs scat,
Checking the thermostat,
Firing a technocrat.
If you can show me, how we will be ok if we don't start pushing back,
And just turn our back on all of that,
That the system will cope and we will all grow fat,
With no freedom being lost if we ignore all that,
That profit after tax will stay pat,
That everybody over 60 will still be able to bat,
That children will have no nightmares,
If we delay pushing back on most of that,
Then I will eat my hat.
Don't talk to me,
Never will I hear
For deaf was I,
No melody, no extortion
Shall my old ears entertain,
So don't talk to me now.
Don't look at me,
Never will I see you
For blind was I,
No beauty is supreme
For my poor eyes,
So don't look at me now.
Don't smile at me,
Never will I smile back
For teeths adorns the smile,
No teeths I have, to smile back
So don't smile at me now.
Don't lead our way,
Never will I follow you
For my legs are tired for walking past 60 years,
No road shall I tread ever
So don't lead our way now.
Don't tell me you're young,
Never will you remain same
No different road you'll take,
Nothing remains same ever
So don't boast being young.
I may not see thy beauty
Neither hear thy melodious
Nor thy eccentric smiles,
But I'll always see thy beautiful heart,
So be kind and be true always.
Flyover of no return
David J Walker
I remember
Approaching 40
Going 60 miles per hour
Reaching for the marker
That might curtail the power
And avail a slower pace
A space that might embrace
A respite in the race
On its way to 100 and
the flyover of no return
Young Again***
The true story tells of a boy
Whose near-death experience
Took him on a tour of heaven.
The movie trailer shows the boy
Unable to recognize a photo of his
Elderly, deceased grandfather...
Until he sees a photo of grandpa as
A young man-about-town of which
The boy says, “Oh, I everyone
Is young in heaven!” And,
Like most, I felt joy at the idea —
Mostly the idea of joint pain relief
To be found in a heavenly re-gained
youth;
But then, I got to thinking:
How young is young-again in
heaven?
Perhaps, one should be old enough
To read or use a telescope?
Do our souls become legal at 21?
Is 40 too old to let me reunite
With my husband for eternity?
What of the souls who did not
Find their love for Jesus until 60?
Is the peak of life definable by age?
Is it the distance or the depth
Of the soul that is sought? And,
When is the how that is measured?
Is 33 our cut-off? I think that is
When I began real life kindergarten.
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(C) sally young eslinger 4/21
And suddenly, 50 was here, all the music got
louder, all the drivers for younger. My hair
was on a farewell tour, visiting the sink and the
shower more than my head. The kids got older,
some didn't grow up, but they were older, and
living on their own, visiting when lives allowed.
Then 60 snuck in the back door, kids had kids and
the house was louder, the cars were smaller,
driving themselves, and I lived in a neighborhood
populated by dumped wives, all gossipy and lonely.
Their husbands gone to younger women, or to the
grave too soon, who knew, I didn't care to listen.
70 turned the corner and caught me across the
puss with a backhand when I looked in the
mirror and saw an older person looking back.
Everything got louder with my new hearing aids,
driving became harder, too much going on. I stay
home more often, alone, reading the obits to
find friends I had lost and I wonder,
who will miss ME when I go?
New Math X a Equals Aging
David J Walker
You are only 21 once
You are only 22 twice
You are only 23 three times
And 24 by 4
Before you realize you are thirty
And next week 40
Taking the fast track to the rest
Of your life gets you to 60
Overnight
And at 65
If you are still alive
you wonder
Whatever happened to 18
When I was sure of everything
On Mission in South Africa, I am missed in Virginia
Only the CHRIST family I belong to, can match with stamina
The love of my sister Maureen, and her hubby Mr. Mothilal
As I was surprised by the Jagans of Jo'burg for birthday 60
I miss the older members of my Bible Study and Prayer Group
Two great men have gone: Ronnie Simms and Buddy Ogden
Today Pastor Ray Kingrea said "your hands mixed in lives here,
and You will never know how much you are missed at TOLM."
TOLM: Tree of Life Ministries, how I love Mike Dodson
The founder, or co-founder with pastor Debbie Dodson
Now joined with Pastor Ray Kingrea, and his dear helpmate, Sandy
So, all these folks celebrate the Kingdom; life is best in heaven
Yes, I miss them all, while in South Africa (lots of crime & corruption)
But there are heroes and sheroes; if only we loved Jesus with abandon
And preached - with peaceful interaction, quietly - His Kingdom
Then Heaven will begin a bit already; as Elder Mrs. Mothilal has done
Our Divine Life Society in Durban, has a wonderful history
Now Jesus may complete the work through you & me? Mystery!
Talking to Ash
How happy I am to see you
Bursting buds at last behind,
Stay with me, just one more year, dear Ash,
I know you are weary, so am I.
Once your leaves were shade-making,
And I as a bride hung clothes by your side.
No longer may I touch your white bark,
Yards across bumpy terrain I can’t glide.
Slender you were growing oddly from your mother,
A mother whose roots drowned in an underground spring,
And I cherished the miracle of your reaching tall,
As did my own offspring.
Stay with me one more year, dear Ash
Though you’re now reaching 60 feet,
Your pale leaves so small and sickly now,
And your shade lightly dappled, not deep.
Other old elms will take over your duties,
As I admire your tenacity,
Stay with me one more year, my dear,
And then another as long as I can be.
As this piece is being typed, I'm only fifteen,
Though come the twelfth of April I will soon be 16
Then somehow the next thing I know I will be 60
Double that, and I know with certainty that I will be no longer exsisting!!
But that's beside the point, it doesn't even matter, besides
All that really matters is whether you've lived a happy life
And as long as I can look back, and know that my life was a happy time
I wouldn't mind it in the slightest if I had to die tonight!!