Best Growing Old Poems

To wake up with the rising sun
Wishing me old bones stay in bed
No longer do I feel to run
Life is all but over and done

I look in the mirror feeling blue
Front teeth no more, leak like a canoe
Getting old, this is no fun
Spending my days...

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Will old age cause any of these?

a)  Tresses to become gray or white
b)  Inability to sleep at night
c)  Just when sleep finally arrives, nocturia
d)  For men maybe prostate problems with anuria
e)  Some of the above, all of the above or...

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GROWING OLD…
     (And We’re Still Together, Babe)

Growing old together,
We’ve mellowed
Like 
Fine wine.
How
Much more
Our love
Is to refine
As we ride
The waves of passing time.

Neither sting-
Less death
Nor defeated graves
Can claim
The victory over
The sacred love that is
The essence of us:
Of our story.

Ah,
The children
Came and left
And...

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Lord, have mercy! Who is that in the mirror I view?
That can't be me with the gray-haired hue!
Seems only yesterday I was a jaunty thirty-five,
Now, I'm reminded that I'm nearing seventy-five!

What are those brown spots on my hands and face?
On top of my pate, I...

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It’s hard to be graceful when growing old.
We’re still young at heart and don’t do what we’re told.
We are only young once in this adventurous endeavor.
But we can still have fun and be immature forever.

Youth lives on in the depths of each mind.
Life moves very...

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If you find yourself classed as being old, 
You may have in moments more lucid,
Looked at your situation from a rational point of view,
And taken the time to write down your thoughts,
In the for and against column,
Regarding how you feel about being classed as old,
And...

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All my life I worried 'bout,
What others thought of me.
I always tried to watch myself,
And act as I should be.

Mind my manners, stand up straight,
And try to be a lady,
But we all knew that in my heart,
I was a little shady.

There was a wild thing...

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The beauty of aging for a woman or man, Is to gaze back over the sparkling, valley of decades with such joy and achievement, no youth ever can.

Oh, to be sure, many will have trophies and medals for winning sports games.
But they have not raised...

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I was once young...just like you.
Seeing only elderly...not ever having a clue.
Only seeing their age...forgetting that they loved me.
Trapped in a corner of my world...longing to be free.

If I could just go back in time...to the way things used to be.
If I could take another...

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All my life I worried 'bout,
What others thought of me.
I always tried to watch myself,
And act as I should be.

Mind my manners, stand up straight,
And try to be a lady,
But we all knew that in my heart,
I was a little shady.

There was a wild thing...

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In temporal shades of pastel hue
abides a subject on debut.
Upon his brow the pencil bled,
sketching life through words unsaid,
etching strife through hints of blue.

I softly let the lines imbue
then gaze upon its stoic view.
His pose portrays the life he led 
in temporal shades.

Each stroke unveils,...

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Growing older is a garden of graces . . .
disgraces, wild goose chases, closed in places.
It is an imperceptible tottering of time on a
conveyer belt, where at the end time drops
into the slipstream and becomes the mobius .

Growing older is wanting to be older when
you...

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I came into the world with my hands folded.
Yet they welcomed me with laughter and danced the sorrow away for tomorrow.
Soon, I could no longer walk with my four legs,
I became a little star, running around the field with two legs.

I sat inside a rolling...

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I saw him before I saw her…(I believe she was holding the door.)
There was a far away look in his eyes as he shuffled his feet on the floor.

I felt a twinge of sorrow for him as he slowly labored past
Each step seemed so difficult…more...

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Dove, dove, little dove,
What do you see in me -
A smiling man who seeks out birds
For his society?

Dove, dove, hungry dove,
What do you see today?
Old man with scraps of nuts and bread
He could have thrown away.

Dove, dove, with baby dove,
How do you treat your young?
You...

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