Growing Old Poems - Poems about Growing Old

ONE ADVANTAGE OF GROWING OLD

Sometimes as we age…as we hit the downside of our prime
we have a tendency to forget things…occasionally to lose track of the time.

And even though our memory becomes something we can’t always seem to manage
there are those days…those moments…when we can use this to our advantage.

The other day I woke up convinced that is was

Growing Old

You’re only as old as you feel some say.
How will it feel on your eightieth birthday?

Everything’s quieter and harder to see.
Not everyone, just seems like it to me.

Portions are smaller as we sit and dine.
When we do drink it’s but one glass of wine.

No longer can we just turn on a dime.
And it gets harder

Growing old is not for the faint of heart

It's not at all easy to come to term
with this 'new' old version of me.
I'm dealing with a sadly sagging anatomy
where what-used-to-be is now not-quite-so-firm.

I'm dumbstruck by the person in the mirror.
I have to have 'the' chat again and again
to scatter the chatter from my brain
and help me focus to see things clearer.

At least I'm

Growing old and decrepit

We cannot fight old age –  So, when I get there…  I’ll just embrace it with a big dollop of humour!!  Quote by poet.

My decrepit body makes me cry
Growing old ain’t fun, I cannot lie
My bladder leaks, it makes me sigh
Pelvic exercises I will have to try!

I’m not so agile, I am

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

Growing Old Together

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

GROWING OLD AND FEELING YOUNG

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

Growing up while Growing old

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

Growing Old

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

Growing Old Ain’t For Sissies

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

GROWING OLDER VS GROWING OLD

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.

Growing Old

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

Growing Old

Old people
like anything
but change

The Chair

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

Growing old

In growing old- The best is yet to come

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