Best Old People Poems

Life's a One Way, Uphill.
Every Wrinkle on your Face
Marks a Step of Maturity.
You go Up not Looking
At the Peak but Dreaming 
Of Sliding Down, Trying to
Look Younger than You Are....

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I’m looking at an old house
Called home    by someone

I will look at any old house    new    or    old    but
Home is ALWAYS an old house

Old people open doors
Walk the floors

Old people...

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‘Our House

We bought our house in 1968, for eighteen hundred pounds.

A little terrace in a row, anything bigger was out of our bounds.

It had a loo in the garden, a bath downstairs, three bedrooms.

After a couple of years, we had a bedroom turned into a...

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There are legends I've heard, old songs in the dark
of the old folklore tales, and the old gypsy trails,
where traveling caravans of rugged old wagons
still echo, with longing, in valleys below...

Where each treasured belonging,
was packed in a hurry 
all the stories, all the worry, all...

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I remember summers past in the south 
and the sultry heat.
Iced tea and back porch confessions.


Making time with that first love.
The swing underneath  that old tree.
The radio playing softley in the background.

Thoose ways have long since died.
Replaced by a breakneck pace.
As were all to...

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See the old man sitting on the bench
Looking thru the wired fence
He sits there every day
Watching the children come and play
Once he was young and strong
Once with these children he did belong
Now all gnarled  old with years
He watches thru his tears
Oh how they can...

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The Old Man and the Singer- Mystic

it was like the old man
aged and rustic
a Singer sewing machine
oddity to find in a river
rusted, like the old man
orange, colored rust
carried downstream
by a strong current and 
a stronger shoulder
contemporaries they were
him and the machine
tan and tawny
both had spent...

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"Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house;
        can you hear the whispering? " 
                      ...

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New cracks in old stone
Just beginning to show,
Reveals things never shown
Things only one could know 

Just beginning to show
A solid surface scrambles,
Things only one could know
Shedding into shambles

A solid surface scrambles
Every chisel brings a change,
Shedding into shambles
In time, it must arrange

Every chisel brings a change
Upon...

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"The Folk Dance"
On the backs of well formed muscular miners 
Working hard in the trenches on a daily basis
For the men who need coal, fat cats and such
Dirty, sweaty and tireless toil try to wear them down 
Dehydration and soot inhalation runs rampant 
An epidemic...

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Now the wagons rolled out of Missouri,
Heading west on the Oregon Trail,
Through the blizzards and ice-covered mountains,
And the winds, and the rains, and the hail.

We crossed every river and desert,
And we never gave one backward glance,
And if we weren’t too weary each evening,
We’d take out...

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Don't let yourself be fooled Mexico is not a poor country
Not just tortilla and bean, or a old Mexican man on a burro
But very rich nation, gold, silver, copper and oil galore
And the poor people are anything but free
Bit they are always ready to take...

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Give me that old time religion the way that it used to be,
Not that I’m looking to burn a witch or cast her into the sea.

Back in the day when praising the Lord was not an imposition,
But not so far back in time like during...

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Robin Hood

It was in the time of John
In the days that have long gone
When the plight of right and wrong
A test was set

It took a man of iron will
To battle on until
A nation he would thrill
They’d ne’er forget

For John was all consumed by greed
He over...

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“I don’t know.
It’s been just one of those itchy
dry skin days 
where you know somethin’ has to happen
but it ain’t;
at least not chet.
I was expecting a call but
it hatn’t come either.
The ‘wild willies’ were settlin’
in somethin’ fierce
an my stomach was feelin’
somethin’ awful.
It was like- -um,...

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