Best Aging Poems

I thought I was a poet who had a pen of gold
But now all of a sudden I’m weary, frail and old.
I thought I was a poet. My pen is of no use.
With teary eyes I whisper to my dejected muse. 


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Age gracefully…that’s what I’ll do
Going to ignore the lines, how about you?
Inner beauty is what really counts
I happen to love my drooping mounts

Absolutely no Botox or fillers for me
Another varicose vein, Yipee
I’ll learn to love myself, no matter what
I will forever have my untucked gut

Graceful...

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Many years ago, when we were all young,
We really thought life, would be so much fun.
While playing dress-up, trying on mom’s stuff,
Putting on make-up, we found to be tough.

Then came our schooling, and boy things would change,
“Those aren’t our parents”, when they acted strange.
Sometimes they...

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I rise to face yet still more life again
And know my day will be about my age
Through sight that makes all things appear opaque
I hear about each third word spoken clear.

I walk with cane a slow but sure tempo
And get to where I aim without...

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I look at her and I can see
a woman approaching slowly 
the land of old age, her 
night-black hair invaded by
lonely grey strands, stragglers
of an approaching army, a 
relentless force built over
sixty years, stealing bits of 
her beauty, loosening her
skin, lightening her bones.

I now can...

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Retirement for some means a rocking chair
But I’m blasting forth on a contrail’s flare
      My 40-year career
     Swirls behind in Earth’s sphere
And I’m ready to take on any dare

Francine invited me to bungee jump
I’ll skydive with...

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pReMaTuRe AgInG
an older woman and a younger man
are a trix in between
because as his love blooms
he sees himself aging.
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penned on august 31, 2014!...

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Senile and silly are the woes of sage.
Broken on the altar of age.
But the children care not,
They enjoy the silliness a lot.

No matter the weather,
I thank God, our Lord and Father
For the fun
Smiles, water and sun.

But even when all seems lost,
No hope to regain the...

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Worn limbs creak like tomb's ancient doors
Jumping from youth to old age with lightning's shock
Kind mirrors with mounting dust blur lines
Leaping into my shopping cart are restorative skin creams
Before gremlins make off with them, memories visit briefly
…What was it I was trying to say?




February 18,...

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A life story whose ink is not yet dry,
Whose book is not yet ready for the shelf -
These 96 years seem to have flown by;
There’s nothing left to fear but fear itself.
But now one slow day bleeds into another,
She wonders what remains for her to...

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Somehow it seems life loses joy
A game, perhaps a twisted ploy
An end to those most tender years
The zest is gone, but life goes on
Till her last welcome breath is drawn
False hopes reality now clears
Somehow it seems life loses joy
A game, perhaps a twisted ploy

No one...

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‘Twas in the spring we met just you and I;
our love then bloomed and took off to the sky,
and floated ‘mongst the clouds that drifted by
as we enjoyed a new nirvanic high.

And like a fantasy it set us free;
in reveries we soared across the seas
to...

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Just having passed another year
In quiet celebration
I was reflecting on my journey here
Feeling still quite young
Yet remembering
What a friend just had said     that we 
Are now senescence

This comment startled me
Into thinking of where I am and where
I am going next
How many...

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Shield Maiden

I have dreamed of the battle;
And truly I have heard,
The ring of sword upon sword;
And tasted blood between my teeth.

I have met the enemy head on;
And vanquished him.
But not before his blows;
Knocked me time and time again, to my knees.

I have defended hearth and...

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Yesterday's Flame

The candle’s flame still dances with the breeze
    and casts her playful shadows on the wall
that pique imaginations with a tease
and bring back ancient memories that please,
        and yet her flame’s not bright as...

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