Best Growing Older Poems

A Sonnet To Growing Older

My heart now speaks to me of ageless things
 Of solitary walks down country lanes
 Of quilted calico with simpler schemes
 Unhurried times, a pause, as quiet rain

 In memory drenched, the budding heart reviews
 Her nightly liaisons in twilight realms
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On Growing Older Than I Am

Alas, this growing older than I am
drained me of the will to search for more
my life consumed incessantly with spam
I stood a vagrant beggar at the door

naked beneath the trappings of old skin
gazing through windowless cloudy past
as life, I’d truly...

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Another cycle in life unfolds
As we watch our mom grow old
Like a veil  that was lifted away
I saw how frail she looked today
Silver threads among her hair
She looks so fragile sitting there
I'd like to fold her in my arms
Keep her warm,safe from harm
By her...

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The world is shape by the laughter of big children
been brought into the earth ever increasing from start. 
Our parents sew our childhood for us that
we may wear joy when much older and smarter. 
Hunger hurts our pride as we progress  in the journey,...

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there are places and people in America 
that are scared to death
of looking old and growing older 
where a new wrinkle or two when found is a terrible scary thing
a birthday is not celebrated but filled with dread 
a man fears the hairs falling from...

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A thought from an erstwhile visionary,
We came from another century,
How can we grow old disgracefully, 
Or not?
The seniles that time forgot,
Peter Pans on Pot!
Obese, gaga or dead,
Silliest verse you've ever read,
Didn't we come from another century?
Now, let's grow old disgracefully!...

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WIFE  SEEING  HUSBAND  GROWING   OLDER
 
Water steals your reflection when you are young
And as fast as cat’s feet on a glass roof.
The ripples replace none of your image -
Waves chiseled from moving marble hide the boats coming home.

Through the thickness...

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For I am growing older you see
It's not easy to be me
Now that I am sixteen
I'm not gonna waste my time
On lost endless rhymes
I'm gonna free myself
And say what I want
For writing poetry is my passion
And what I can't live without...

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Some say it's terrible getting older,
since the body breaks down with extreme
changes in the mind and soul.
But faith, maturity and growth is far
more familiar.
There must be more exchanges for
future events and time can tell the
difference of what it represents.
Growing older does not come well or
easy...

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Growing Older
Dr. James E. Martin
©November, 2013

The older I grow
The slower I go.
The more I study
The less I know!

They say this is the norm
As to “maturity” you conform.
So if this statement is not true,
Someone please inform!

I suppose I should now refrain
From continuing to complain.
It accomplishes no...

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Growing Old Together

Oh yes we are growing older together.
I would want it with none other!

Spring showers, now summer days, oh how swiftly,
Fall’s fleeting; winter’s sleeting, oh how quickly.

From dawn to dusk – week to month.
Year by year…time so dear!

Oh yes we are growing older together.
I...

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G rowing older isn't funny.
R usty pipes don't work as well.
O ver-worked mind moves much slower,
W ords won't come, my tale to tell.
I was once an active youngster,
N ot a creek was in my step.
G one the child I was forever.

O h I miss her...

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I use to be pretty, now I'm porky  
I use to be thin, now I' m thick 
I use to be anxious to fall in love
sometime love can make you sick.
I use to have teeth, now I"m toothless
I use to be young, now I"m...

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I am nothing but a raindrop
Sliding down the path of life

I feel in the beginning I was pure
I was wholesome
but as time went by I collected dirt

I lost myself along the way
And now I need only look back to see
Parts of me that rubbed off
On...

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Growing older is a carousel  
of highs and lows, each spin a memory, each turn a change.  
It’s the morning ache in places you never thought could hurt,  
the pizza you once devoured now a restless night’s companion.

Your vision softens, sounds blur,...

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