Getting Old Poems - Poems about Getting Old

It's not easy to get old You must learn not to expect anything From anyone, to walk alone Waking up alone, eat alone And accepting that everything comes to an end So is life, it's fleeting, not to grasp a little Know how to say goodbye To those who are leaving Remember them and cry for them Until you...

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It feels like I’ve been around too long. Every tune has become the same old song. Every plight’s just a fight to no end cuz there’s no way to win. And I can’t help but notice as I’m growing old - I believe less and less of what I’m told. Cuz the world’s nothing more than an endless round of spin. Every voyage...

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GETTING OLD TO FAST My life is going by so fast Sometimes I'm forgetting a lot about my past I do have lots of concerns Maybe because of all my nerves Sometimes I look back on when I was twenty-one A lot of the time I can't even remember what I ever done Sometimes I'm hurting all the time And then the next...

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It’s easy to feel old when you get older, little things like aches that linger, work days that feel done after just a few hours, sleep that feels done well before the sun will rise, but being around my 3 year old grandson makes me REALLY feel old, older than my 64 years should feel, but it also reminds me what it was like...

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Oh old weed Thy feet weathered Like that of a tree Like a child Always carried Thy beauty left behind Trembling feet What a painful joy Scattered teeth Grandchild taking thy as fun Knoweth not that Old though shall become Twisted face But beauty glance,once was Sun,laughing,cause you're at the end of the race If this is...

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Getting Old I used to look so young and slim I could wear anything I chose now I buy from tent shops it's the only way to get clothes I can't rise without a noise the ground feels so far away my bones creak and groan as upwards I sway These days I like to sit and read before I could run and play I would...

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When you are getting old grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, picking up this book, And slowly reading, dreaming of the soft look Your eyes had once, of their shadows deep; Many of loved moments are full of grace, And beauty with love false or true, But only one man loved the soul in you And loved the...

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I am getting old Old of these days A repeated pattern of emotions and feelings These can't stop ending The tear filled nights The lonely mornings The lost hours Lost in thinking I am getting old Of the emotions These moments I want other moments moments filled with excitement Moments that send thrills down my spine I...

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My mother played solitaire, Dozens of varieties, With a miniature deck of cards That traveled with her When she visited her children. She lived with me, but She couldn’t hear well And smoked a LOT, so She stayed in her room A great deal of the time. She smoked and played solitaire, Sitting by the window At her cluttered card table. Now I...

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Am getting old yet heart’s aglow Bliss thunder throbs within Way of life, tranquil stillness slow Wrinkles adorn my skin Mind not life scars and pain Now, no bondage, no chain As wisdom, I ingrain My hands feel cold Am getting old 14-January-2022 Quietus ...

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I cannot wait to drive a sports car I thought! Now I have a red one, it took me awhile. Guys race to see what I look like. From the back I am sure I look young and sexy. When they pull up and honk I give them my old face. If I smile wide enough, they get to see...

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I've grown a bit slower, I've grown a bit fatter, my mission each hour: relieving my bladder. When I was a youngster, I had no idea old coots who eat fruits will just get diarrhea. My eyesight is going - my glasses need glasses, and don't get me started on myriad gases: that flatus I...

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Getting old together There is an unspoken acceptance you share in silence No need to be entertaining you are boring if you tell the same story twice. Yet, you do. They say there is much to learn from soap opera, a lecture I can do without we have two TV, and I hold my tongue. She sits in the living room,...

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I'm afraid of getting old When my body will be so weak and won't be able to resist what it's resisting as of my youth I'm afraid of getting old When my movement will be restricted and controlled by a wheelchair or a walking stick, when I'll be running out of time I'm afraid of getting...

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Getting old Reading the papers this morning was a sad affair, so many of the famous stars of yesteryear had succumbed to old age. They were as I´m in their eighties and I felt their death as a sting in my heart, soon it will be my time to go I accept this, but will not sink into depression. Of everything that...

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