Old(A) Poems - Poems about Old(A)

Garrulous old man Who chattered like a magpie Is my grandfather....Read the rest...

There's more rust in my joints than ever. My bones sound like an old screen door, and my knees predict the weather better than any app. Give me elastic waistbands, soft slippers, and the creak of a recliner that groans every...Read the rest...

I Old Age, take me not as thy fugitive, For long I’ve been thy earnest votary, But now that approaches life’s fateful eve, Ye oft make me rethink my loyalty. Youth when slips by leaves a lasting footprint, So, do...Read the rest...

The world's oldest surviving toy, dating back to the Chalcolithic Period, approximately 7500 years old, is exhibited at the Mardin Museum in Turkey. the world oldest toy about seven thousands years car made of good wood...Read the rest...

O I have yet seen a giant so great reveal its natural beauty, with pride above all surroundings it stands, constant but fairly moody. Its eyes from high above they watch but not a word they...Read the rest...

Pity all of those rest home fellows Over time all their hunger mellows Without their dentures in All their meals will begin Sipping their soup and slurping Jellos...Read the rest...

Old is gold, they say Baobao lives a kilo years Thousand years, Lord's day....Read the rest...

These are original haiku by Michael R. Burch and his translations of haiku by the Japanese masters Matsuo Basho, Yosa Buson, Masaoka Shiki, and others. Am I really this old, so many ghosts beckoning? —Michael R. Burch Sleepyheads! I recite...Read the rest...

When I was younger, days moved softly, an endless waltz of hours beneath the cherry blossoms where I walked alone, convincing myself that solitude was sweet, that love was for the others....Read the rest...

A brand new day A brand new you Thinking of something I want to do I visit a place of ages Where voices speak to me New voices and voices so Old the breath they Ride on is architecture And old lawns In...Read the rest...

Thou art to soul as sleep is to my strife, The cheeks when look no more rosy and full, Lips red, nor knees so sturdy of a mule, The flesh when falters, wrinkles getting rife,...Read the rest...

In dust-laden silence, past the reach of day, The mansion's library whispered of forgotten tales, Its heartbeat echoed in the books arrayed. Time's soft touch graced each spine and page, Among them, Dickens stood with solemn grace, Austen's wit lingered,...Read the rest...

Grandma's Stories “Can I tell a tale? Well sit.I'm going to. Pull up a chair, or on the floor that will do. I'm elderly now as things are reckoned, and i may forget the story in...Read the rest...

Youngsters would be older Seniors would be younger Those in the middle work night and day so the others won’t know hunger Because it’s not...Read the rest...

The pair should be headed for fame Behind, in the draw’r, out of aim. He was the one left, Not right; he’s bereft. The sock was not chosen for...Read the rest...