Grow Old Poems - Poems about Grow Old

Don’t Let Yourself Grow Old

Don’t let yourself grow old, always think yourself young
Whatever your age, life has just begun
Don’t let anything get you down
Try to wear a smile and not a frown

Remember when you think you are nothing how special you are
You are amazing, whatever you do, you’re a star
You are strong enough to do what you want to

Fools too grow old

Not all old people are wise.
Remember fools too grow old.

A Gift To Grow Old

It is a gift to grow old

Sadly ,so many never get that chance

Taken too young

Their lives merely a glance


It is a gift to grow old

Often taken for granted along the way

To be blessed to live a long life

It is simply a gift….just being able to stay!

GROW OLD IN LOVE

May we all be blessed to grow old in love…
doing so can certain fears assuage….
Although Age does not protect us from love
As Anais Nin says:
Love, to some extent, protects us from age.

Grow Old With You

While flowers grow old,
I will grow old with you too,
'Till death do us part.

Children Don'T Let Your Mamas Grow Old and Be Lonely

CHORUS:
Children, don't let your mamas grow old and be lonely,
Don't let them get sick with no one to care,
Call them and visit, spend time, be aware.
Children, don't let your mamas grow old and be lonely,
Cause she gave you the best years to raise you 'til grown,
Don't leave her feeling unloved and alone.

A mama's not perfect

Grow Old With Gold

Let's grow old with gold,
Life hidden in various folds...
Lovable moments preserved in hearts,
Some hard lessons saved as drafts...

Generally relationships take time
But some bonds instantly shine...
I have a mix of both the worlds,
Few are a straight line and some are curves...

At last, everything & everyone will become old,
Remember that experiences cannot be sold...
Love, live and laugh

When Did I Grow Old

When did I grow old
Did it happen overnight
Was l young when l went to bed
Became old at the stroke of midnight

When did the lines on my face appear
My face and body start to droop
Sleep become a confusion
My favourite meal become sandwiches and soup

When did aches and pains take over my being
Turn into my main topic

When I Grow Old

I was asked to write a poem
About when I’d grow old…..
But really that’s the joke,
For I already am, old and terribly cold.

And looking back I realize 
How time has passed me by. 
It’s like a flower really, 
It forms buds, blooms, and dries, 
And then eventually each dies.

I always joke to find some remedy,
I’ve just

Zany I Grow Old Disgracefully

When I
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As I Grow Old

AS I GROW OLD

As I grow old
I'll never miss another boat, or train, or flight
Because
Silence becomes a pocket book of fat cash
I know where to put small change.

As I grow old, I behold
The bigger picture in life is the eye
Not that eye stuck on itself
Not that eye color blind
Not that eye afraid of depth and

How Old Men Grow Old

Keeping death and exile daily before thine eyes, with all else that men deem terrible. But more than death throw your pity toward Yahweh. And those that govern the universe with goodness and justice. Than you may pass by the perfect understanding.

If I might choose, I would be found doing some deed of true humanity.

One Little Hope

I’d give you my breath,
I’d break records
I’d plunge to my death-
I’ll write you songs and sing them to you over intercoms



I’d pierce the moon with diamonds and gold and tell it to rain on you till your old and hold you in my arms and sing you those songs to your FACE

IVE GOT NOTHING TO

When We Grow Old

It's true that one day we'll grow old
Maybe we'd be like pack of cigarettes 
Stashed near the cupboard 
Laying near the broomstick
Bundled together with worn-out ropes 

Like cables that are patched with tapes 
Walking around with sticks long laden with thoughts
Accumulated for ages and Sun-beaten
Maybe we'd be tan already from life's sun-heat
Or Wed feel like

As I Grow Old

The fading ancient sun casts long shadows before me,
as I shuffle slowly and sluggishly down asymmetrical lanes.
How age mellows me like ripe watermelon, squeezing me
until all my ambrosial juices run acidulously dry as dust.
 
Unsatisfied desire, mental torment and general malaise
conquer my better moods of love, devotion and quietude.
Straggling with widespread dishevelment and disillusions
I try

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