Best Ageing Poems


Premium Member -The Pros of Ageing

Ageing has its cons that l know
Yet it also comes with many pros

Its a time of great joy and appreciation
Life’s beauty and gifts hold boundless admiration

Simple pleasures once just accepted
Hold value and gratitude, not merely expected

No longer do l care what is thought of me
I know who l am and that makes me happy

I don’t worry about the small stuff any more
I know the importance in life that is for sure

I know my flaws as l know my qualities
For being me l make no apologies

For me its simplicity now all the way
Be kind, laugh lots, be myself…..because It’s all ok!

So when the cons of ageing get you down
Try your best to look around 
And see the pros there to be found!
© Deb M  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Reflection in the Mirror

In the quiet morning light, for the first 
time, I truly gazed into the mirror, 
What I saw was unrecognisable,
I must confess I was  close to it but 
had to draw closer still,
I was surprised to see a jigsaw of 
times past.

Once a canvas, unmarked, 
Now wrinkles, each a story of lessons
learnt and experiences lived,
Fine lines depict laughter, joy and 
worry,
Scars show battles fought and love lost, 
Spots show signs of neglect.

The colours in a once shiny black crown,
Changed to threads of silver and 
reddish-brown,
Eyes once full of dreams now reflect
the wisdom of life’s true realities,
And smiling lips have somehow 
lost their smile.

I told myself that I was half asleep,
so I rubbed my eyes and washed my 
face,
Then made sure all the lights were on,
and looked in the mirror again,
Time’s gentle hand had left its trace,
I was taken aback and childishly asked
the mirror to explain.

In the silence of wonder, I saw the 
truth in my reflection, a weathered 
face,
As the seasons came and went they 
laid shadows on the terrain,
Showing a journey where youth and 
wisdom blend,
Gently, I touch each line on the surface.

Each jigsaw piece I cherish, so let the 
years gather,
To the beauty of ageing, with gratitude 
and grace, I embrace my refrain.








By Zyrool

On a Cat, Ageing

I love to watch you snoring by the fire,
ensconced between my feet.  The heating’s on,
so bask in luxury, my little one.
That seized-up hip and generous spare tyre
mean you’ll not venture out.  Those days are gone!

But when all else has fled, hope still remains.
Those twitching paws still sing the timeless song,
and in your dreams you’re limber, virile, strong,
cavorting lithely over sunlit plains,
pursuing sparrows one vast summer long.


Premium Member Ageing

**** please note British spelling of ageing used ****

If the truth is told I’m getting old -
Of that there’s no denying
Grey hairs appear upon my head
I dye them, I’m not lying

My memory is not what it once was
I keep forgetting what I have said
I keep forgetting what I have said

Got wrinkles and lines around my mouth
My boobies sadly they have gone south
Thankfully all my teeth are still my own, 
A denture smile has not yet grown	

I’m lucky I’m slim and don’t have to watch my weight
Got my pile of vitamin pills they dominate my plate

I wear glasses for my eyesight, they help me to see
Alas, when I can’t find them I say oh deary me
BUT they’re perched on my head – oh pity me

My memory is not what it once was
I keep forgetting what I have said
I keep forgetting what I have said

Still it’s not yet time for the scrap heap for me
Now I simply curl up, pen a poem and drink a cup of tea

A tongue in cheek write  - or is it …


17th August 2015

Premium Member The Ageing Process

My skin has become like sandpaper
Blotches showing up everywhere
A pimple resides at the end of my nose
Some areas have unwanted hair

What is happening to this body of mine
Seems it's just about falling apart
Ankles are swollen to twice their size
Been expelling a whole lot of farts

It's referred to as the ageing process
Is this what's in store from now on
No more of this sleeping in until noon
Always up at the crack of dawn

Needing to pee three times a night
My back teeth are floating around
Cramps in my legs are driving me nuts
And my PJs keep falling down

A hell of a mess this ageing process
Not a damn thing a person can do
Hang in there my friends, it won't be long
The grim reaper will be calling on you!


© Jack Ellison 2015

Ageing Is An Enigma

Ageing, is an enigma!
For instance, youngsters, can't hardly wait!
They wish the years, to quickly pass!
So, they can drive a car, and date!

The middle-age years, are most active, by far!
With career, marriage, and such!
We lay, the groundwork, for our retirement.
So, when it comes, we won't worry, too much!

During latter years, our vision is poor.
We have trouble, trying to hear!
Our discussions with friends, are quite different,
while conversing, over a beer!

It's "what's the results of your MRI?"
"How was your CAT SCAN, today?"
"What medications are you taking, my friend?"
"Are you sure your insurance, will pay?"

Yes, the process of ageing is varied.
You do the best, you can do!
Things constantly change, as time goes on,
how you handle them's, up to you!


Premium Member -The Joy of Ageing

My comfort zone is getting smaller
As the years pass by
I am definitely getting stranger
Ditzier also applies!

Distraction happens so easily now
My mind is neither here nor there
Thoughts regularly float out of my mind
Vanishing into thin air

I do not mind ageing 
It comes with many benefits
However, forgetting and loss of memory
Now, that really does give me the s**ts!!

Forgetting the reason I walked in a room
Not remembering to complete a chore
Words, names all slip my mind
Misplaced, lost items galore

Another negative with ageing
Is the body breaking down
Aches, paints and ailments
More as each new year comes around

Yet, I am happy, as I am alive and grateful
Able to appreciate and enjoy each new day
As I am loved , and I love
What more do I need, what more can I say!
© Deb M  Create an image from this poem.

When It Comes To Ageing

When it Comes to Aging

By happenchance of birth---
Circumstances of life withstanding---
We enter into life, with genes marking
Our attributes of features obtaining

See my Mother and her ancestors
See my Father and his ancestors

Characteristics we have of all
Seen while still in our baby cribs
Topographies of structured ageing
Mapped by chromosomal donating

Face of my mother and hers
Height of my father and his

Factors deal in with living of life
Cleanliness marks of Godliness
Nature too takes its living toll
Lifestyle and choices add to the roll

Premium Member Ageing Process

Ageing process
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Face shows the age,
Energy not the same.

Memory leaves,
Comes back when it likes.

Listens carefully,
Forgets the next minute.

Aches and pains,
Unable to act properly.

The quality of work is poor,
Never be the same.

Hearing is mostly visual, 
Eyes fill in for ears.

Encumbered with poor vision,
Unable to see what is ahead.

But remember, ageing  process,
Enlightens great wisdom.

Help to enter a new stage in life,
With collection of experiences and lessons.









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Ageing Disgracefully

It's pleasing to see that it happens to everyone,
all of us have to grow old.
Those who you envied, their charm and good looks
have tried to fight time but it's taken its toll.

Once they were handsome, suave and good looking
everyone knelt at their feet,
now they seem haggard, the cost of good living
and no-one looks twice as they walk down the street.

Once they were famous and everyone knew them,
their names were on everyone's lips,
But these days they're passé, ignored and forgotten,
The Casino of Life has taken their chips.

They paid out a fortune to hold on to youthfulness
money they frittered away,
For now it seems wasted and no-one would guess
the effort it takes to look good everyday.

So if you feel old when you stare in the looking glass
don't even give it a thought.
For out there in tinsel town botoxed and shriveled
are many regretting the future they bought.

Ageing Together

It used to be lust
but the passing years have forged
a mellow friendship
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.

A Sonnet On Ageing

Something in the newspaper that I saw
I have to say, it made my blood run cold,
and I had never noticed it before
but just confirmed that I am getting old.
The latest music chart, the top twenty,
for downloads, since the singles chart has gone
full of the strangest names, yes there were plenty
what made me sad , I'd only heard of one.
Marshmello, Benny Blanco, Travis Scott,
Loud luxury & Brando, who are they?
Peep & XXXtentacion, weird or what?
George Ezra, I knew him, which made my day.
I sat and pondered where the years all go
to the consoling  strains of Matt Monro.
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.

Ageing

Pictures on the mantlepiece
Of those in your heart,
Black and white or with a crease
Where they have come so far;
Taken only yesterday,
Yet forty years ago;
Remember when you used to play 
Out in the sun, the snow?
But the faces slowly fade,
Growing weaker in the light;
You feel you have outstayed
Your time here ends tonight.
Now a beautiful tear
Catches in your ruffled skin;
You will leave it here, 
And wait for it to begin.
© Abi Morgan  Create an image from this poem.

Ageism

The heart of the matter, is age.

More specifically, my age.

I'm too old to assign blame,

there's no longer any point.

The 'me' there is will have to stay,

growing older, devouring energy,

till the myth of the Mass is complete,

and the first law takes me home.

I have age induced cynicism,

It's fatal to dreams.

Premium Member I Stare In the Mirror

I Stare in the Mirror


I stare in the mirror and what do I see?
An old man with rheumy eyes looking at me.

Who is this old codger, this balding old shell,
Who cannot remember what it’s like to feel well?

Where is the vibrance, the get up and go?
Why are his movements so painful and slow?

Who stole his glowing skin, his dark flashing eyes,
His derring-do, courage, his sense of emprise?

What happened to big ideas? Future? Ambition?
Why do his joints fight a war of attrition?

Why can he see clearly adolescence long past,
When he cannot remember the thing he ate last?

It doesn’t make sense, I don’t recognise him,
With his belly and baldness and weakness of limb.

No! That mirror’s a liar, whatever I see.
Whoever that old man is, he can’t be me!

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