Aged Poems

aged

century old home
weathered paint, aged roof
love holds together     

The Ground Beneath Our Feet

Deceit's bitter taste lingers like burial rice cooked in familiar space
The sharp edge of betrayal cuts deep from within, a wound that never heals
Innocence fades like pencil marks erased as life's indelible script unfolds
The ground beneath our feet will be our roof a somber truth we cannot escape
Loyalty's test lies in water's gentle flow yet

The Weight of Others' Expectations

Son of Man, pause before judgment's seat,
Lest haste consume your soul's retreat.
Do what's right, yet don't waste precious time,
For pleasing all is a futile rhyme.

In seeking validation, you may lose your way,
And those you please will mock you on your final day.
Marry with wisdom, don't borrow to impress,
For pleasing others can lead to financial distress.

You

An Aged Tardigrade

I happened on a tardigrade. 
He told of places he had stayed,
and sadly sighed.

He spoke of the friends he had made,
and the times he'd been afraid,
and then he softly cried.

He'd lived in Antarctica and Spain,
the fiery desert and icy rain,
and neither froze nor fried.

He was old, in so much pain,
and asked, "why must I remain?"
before

The Aged Combatants

Their fists were of furious intent,
But backs were too aged and bent.
It wasn't the seizing,
But rather the wheezing,
That both to the hospital sent.

Decrepit roots still cling

The palace of love we built ~  
when our blood still flowed very warm in our veins,  
     is now a crumbled castle —  
its walls with peeled paints and decayed wood;  
     a jaded clock and faded photographs  
  

The Aged Days

When old age comes and I grow weak and slow,
And cannot do the things I used to know,
Dear Father, please take care of soul and flesh,
And guide me through life’s trials.

It brings me shame to rent when I am old,
Lord, bless me with a house before I’m cold.
Let me build my own home before that

Wine Tastes Better Aged

Flourished and nourished,
hair locks resembling branches,
I gaze as it dances —
when blowing, he looks glowing.

Twenty years had passed,
but still, I last.
I may have ripened,
but I'm still the same berry, same fruit,
slightly fragmented, a little indented,
not demented.

You got a sample of me when I was at my prime,
taught a few tricks — oh, to replay our

catbird in the aged pear tree

in the 
             
             aged

               pear tree

          

Growing up while Growing old

Archaic silence reasons with my soul
Not the latest model, and not really a classic
Just a girl who trembles with expectation
When the sun regards my flowers with a smile,
Sending her delicate shafts of hope
Coloring each of my thoughts in beautiful blessings
While the rain seeks to nurture the petals
Who laugh beneath dew and glimmers of light
Breaking through

Angels Unawares

It’s taken a lifetime to write the song
Legends of joy upon the mountain peaks
Evoking rhapsodies from festive weeks
Written by one whose always been headstrong

It’s taken such strength to write each soft verse
As the silence reaches past my heart’s chase
Shadows of my soul slumber with disgrace
Where the story of my heart seems a curse

It’s taken strength

Aged

Maybe it's not what we think it is,
why you're having all these problems.
Yeah, you are on one.
It's our age that gets in the way.
It's fine.
Fine as wine.
Wine is better aged.
Not that I would know because we ain't on wine.
We're better aged.
On one is just a number.
Yeah, we're better this way.
We're better aged.

Reluctant To Age

This can't be my age! 
I am still young at heart
The life of a party 
Though hitting the bed by ten
Gained a few kilos of weight
But can fit into my youthful jeans
Grew sluggish and shorter in height
Although ready for a morning jog
Have to wear glasses now
As the print size has become smaller
A few grays in

all middle-aged men should own leather jackets

i was chosen for the next moon landing
and my co-passengers arrived at the meeting
in lightweight space suits
but i wore my black leather jacket
to show my contempt for space
i speak to anyone in similar attire
in supermarket queues i've jumped
to tell a co-customer i like that
the world beard and moustache championships were postponed
due to the covid-19 pandemic
tailored

Still Middle Aged

I guess the question begs for an answer,
at what age does our life start to plummet?
When do all of those eager years of youth,
reach the peak and fall over the summit?

I wonder how old do we have to be,
before we will begin that downhill slide?
Towards that predictable river’s bend,
where uselessness and old age now reside?

Someone

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