Best Age Old Poems

Mary Ann had a boyfriend that she 
gave affection and great loyalty.
Since the age of sixteen
no one else had she seen
but she wanted more at thirty-three!

Her boyfriend, of course, had it made
since regularly, he would get laid.
So excuses he gave
when Mary Ann would rave
about marriage....

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I've grown a bit slower, I've grown a bit fatter,
  my mission each hour: relieving my bladder.
When I was a youngster, I had no idea
  old coots who eat fruits will just get diarrhea.

My eyesight is going - my glasses need glasses,
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Remember years ago, when you were fit
Now you can't stand too long, before you have to sit
And all the times that you ran to catch your bus
Now it just passes by and you stand and cuss.

In the days gone by you'd eat like a horse
Now...

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Suitcase in hand, a face polarized against
the frosted window pane, searching verily
for continuity of a life that knew no restraint.
Someone’s Grandfather a considerate Uncle,
life’s situation upon the wane, a link within
the prejudicial chain of forfeited souls. 
One’s transitions ablaze in the haze, an index
to summarize...

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Diminished by age, a weathered existence limps
Crutching dimmed vision and impaired limbs,
Much wiser that before, it speaks wisdom words
Entertaining grandkids in stories that enlighten,

Wishing the time to destiny would stop rushing
Reminiscing adoringly in yesteryears’ springs
As exuberance of yore in travails of life recedes,

Recalling seasons pristine,...

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He shuffles along the leaf covered path

        slowly dragging in his wake   

          the full weight of old age.   


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Picture 1	the message is sent
		loud and clear to the four winds
		nobody listens

Picture 2	the whirlwind roars past
                leaving in its wake havoc
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The evening air is warm; the sky 
ablaze, splashed in hues of scarlet red.
Lost in reverie, she sits on the porch, 
on her favourite woven wicker chair.
Absentmindedly, she twirls her finger 
round a strand of silver-white long hair, 
reminiscing, eyes half closed, hairbrush 
resting on...

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Faces of older ones may be wrinkled, I confess,
but with many years of life they've been blessed.
Each smile and helping hand they have offered
is returned to them by memories in their coffers.

My heart is saddened by those who speak ill
of grannies and gramps with words...

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I’ve worked hard, my muscles are sore.
It’s hard to sleep because I snore.
She said, “it’s time, I’ll have no more,
To the couch”, she evened the score.

Don’t think bad of her, she was right.
After all this was the third straight night.
I had the chance to save...

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English oak tree, named Quercus robur; though known as Her Majesty now
Named Majesty of the Woods; etiquette requires in my presence one must bow
Growing my branches outwards, thus enhancing the width of my canopy 
Lifespan extended as I nurtured my limbs, stretching them horizontally 
Its...

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The Aging Cello

This aging Cello’s beauty starts to fade,
and once taut strings now sadly stretched and frayed,
but still her luscious curves remaining staid,
yet silent are the mournful notes she played.

The rigid Bow that once caressed her strings, 
and brought soft sighs that lifted up on...

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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...

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The other night at the bookstore in a young family strolled
and it didn’t take but a minute for them to make me feel old.

We have an antique typewriter in the store…
(the kind that makes a clicking sound and ends with that familiar ‘ding’)
which the young...

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Salubrious salutations, new age 
gradually old made voyage,
Living was perfunctory and now it’s stale,
Can the memory sway? 

You yelled but no one heard,
Maybe tide was chatty with time
and now you are here, no quarter to hide;
Speed of time is high then it flies.

Many have come...

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