Growing Old Poems - Poems about Growing Old

Why is Old Age so Lonely? Why is it such a bore? Why because you're getting Old no-one wants you anymore As a Mother and a Wife you give your very best, Perhaps it's just because they think you need a rest. Once children ran riot in your home, Now you'll be really lucky if they pick up...

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Growing old Together I’m just a lonely man living out my life. One day I looked up and you arrived. Without saying a word, I knew that you were the one. I could take you out on a date, we could have lots of fun. I would protect you with my life, and always. Thank...

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When I look into a mirror these days…my old face is what I see… and many is the day I wonder…how this came to be. As I look a little closer…I touch my face and say, “Where did all these wrinkles come from…and what’s with all this gray?” For me…what makes this seem so unbelievable, so dreamlike…so unreal is the...

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Archaic silence reasons with my soul Not the latest model, and not really a classic Just a girl who trembles with expectation When the sun regards my flowers with a smile, Sending her delicate shafts of hope Coloring each of my thoughts in beautiful blessings While the rain seeks to nurture the petals Who laugh beneath dew and glimmers of light Breaking through...

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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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Growing Old “Ain’t” For Sissies Miracle Man 1/28/2025 Advanced age took from me my aspirations, often health matters top my list of concerns. I’ve spent time recovering from ablations, and relive my past expecting no returns. My remaining years are misnamed as gilded, While in many cases they resemble rust. Things I once accomplished I wish I still did, but it's in God’s hands that...

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There is a way to tell if we are just growing older or truly growing old… or so I have been told…. If we’re still having fun each year we are just growing older when we stop having fun…that’s when we grow old. ...

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Growing old is very strange For certain things are bound to change And others you must rearrange To fit the way you’re feeling. Since doing things requires pep And sometimes just that extra step Or daily items you must schlep No longer seems appealing. It’s easier to stay in place In home surroundings you embrace Instead of slapping on a face To prove how well you’re...

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Old people like anything but change...

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In his old leather chair he sits and blinks his eyes the off white sits on his hair like dust upon the mantle. A murky sea of bluish grey where smoking gave him cataracts but they still burn of yesterday the tobacco stains sit deep inside. As he sits in his old leather chair his eyes do blink and dart to catch his arms sit...

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In growing old- The best is yet to come...

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Why is Old Age so Lonely? Why is it such a bore? Why because you're getting Old no-one wants you anymore As a Mother and a Wife you give your very best, Perhaps it's just because they think you need a rest. Once children ran riot in your home, Now you'll be really lucky if they pick up the...

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Today’s blessing takes its inspiration from Walt Disney whose wisdom can’t be overstated.. Just look at all the joy and laughter In the wonderful world that he created: May we be blessed to understand…. The answer to this aging quiz… That growing old is not our choice But how we choose to grow old is. ...

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The pillow queen stokes her empire her quivering hand follows her letter to all it may concern cry in the dark although she maybe strong, made out of ploughshares the sun still flickers so much has gone already and little is wept for growing old your strands of whitish hair you may pray like a cygnet but hopes are fenced ...

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When will it be that it’s my time to go? I see all the signs in the air. Must I wait through storms til there’s nothing but snow, or is there a milder path there? When I was young, I never spent time nor took any thought just to sit by and think. I guess there was no need...

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