Aging Poems

i don't want to be nineteen

10
i've just moved back to my hometown but i have none of my old friends
i'm at a new school
not many people seem to like me
i'll have more friends
maybe when i'm older?
oh how i want to be older
11
i made a couple of friends 
we laugh and joke around with one another
i pretending i'm not fearing what

An Aging Marvel

     Of technology’s many gifts
        many receive remarkably short shrift

     Yet without one of its aging marvels
        the entire civilized world unravels

     So, I’d like all those short shrifters

Eyes of a Child

(“Shae at Six (months)”, 2017, original oil)

Eyes of a Child
(For Tyrome)

How long will your eyes stay bright
As you learn your way in this world?

What will you do as you meet resistance
And your heart breaks under the weight of expectation?

How old are you now, about to turn five,
Twenty five, fifty or one hundred?

Somewhere those bright eyes

DANCING THE NIGHT AWAY

DANCING THE NIGHT AWAY
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In days of yore, when youthful vigor shone,
    I danced with abandon and never did I moan. 
 
Twirl, shimmy, shake, I did spin and sway,
    with caution to the wind, I danced the night away.

I lost myself in the beat and sound,
   

SILENT CURATOR

SILENT CURATOR*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Aging is not a thief,
but a silent curator,
selecting the finest moments,
the quiet triumphs,
the lessons learned in silence,
the wisdom that blossoms
like wildflowers in the cracks
of a once-bustling sidewalk.

So I embrace the years,
the softening edges of my spirit,
the grace of acceptance,
the gratitude for the journey,
for every heartbeat, every breath,
a reminder that life, in all its fleeting

Pain in revolutions

Yesterday, today, tomorrow.
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12 O' clock,
24 hours,
365 days,
cocoon to butterfly,
7 days.
Over and over and over.
Again.
When you turn 5, you become a kid.
No more sippy cups or nap time. 
When you turn 13, you become a teen.
No more cartoons and dolls.
Adults say, "You're not a kid anymore, start acting like it".
When you turn 18, you become an

Genes And Aging

There is a hush inside the bone,
A silver thread the stars have known,
It winds within the blood’s slow stream
And carries time like drifting dream.

The lilacs bloom, then fade to dust,
The hands grow soft, then stiff with rust,
And all the while, the silent spark
Dims gently in the growing dark.

It is not sorrow, not regret,
But something deeper,

Along For the Ride

(“The Longest Journey”, 2020, original encaustic)

Along For The Ride

The older I get the less I seem to know
Or even care
And the more I feel a somewhat detached
Observer.

I’m okay with this
Simply because there is no alternative
Although I’m sure a doctor could give me
Some drug or hormone to change my view.

And being okay with it,
Not resisting or

On Growing Older

On Growing Older

Sometimes my steps are steady,
Sometimes my hands shake.
Sometimes my memory falters,
And I make some sad mistake.

Sometimes I hear you talking 
But I do not understand.
Just remember that I love you 
And I do the best I can.

My skin is sagged and wrinkled.
I look a little like an Elf.
My eyesight's getting hazy,
Sometimes I repeat

Aging Shadows

early evening walk
two shadows walking ahead
melting into one

Useless

I still wake to crisp morning air,
but hope dissolves right then and there.
As I open my eyes, I realize and sigh—
another day begins, and I wonder why.

Time drags slowly—no spark, no fun,
another long cold day, no warmth, no sun.
No ambition, no energy, nothing gets done—
just me and this silence I cannot outrun.

I used to be

What You Eating? A Letter to Friendship, Fur, and Fried Calamari

Our story began behind bars with the broken,
Displaying our armor with truths left unspoken.
Through the gates each day, our counselor hats on,
Where pain wore a face, and hope felt long gone.

You, with your wisdom and counselor’s grace,
Me, burnt out but still showing my face.
We stitched up souls with words and care,
In a world where few

Juniper

J=Juniper berry oil for hair,
U=Urinary health wellness care.
N=Natural detoxifier if I dare,
I=Improving circulation with a prayer.
P=Promoting healthy aging is what I need,
E=Evergreen small shrub I will plant and feed.
R=Reducing skin irritation so I do not bleed.

The Person I've Become

Mirror, mirror on the wall, 
tell me the truth, tell me all. 

The passing of youth, 
and of dreams young. 
Reverence for the truth, 
songs of the heart, freely sung. 

I see the happy days of innocence, 
the fond memories of childhood. 
The unquestioned acceptance 
of all things pure, all things good. 

Mirror, mirror on

Aging Hiku 26

                      Aging Hiku 26


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