Old People Poems - Poems about Old People

New Cracks in Old Stone

New cracks in old stone
Just beginning to show,
Reveals things never shown
Things only one could know 

Just beginning to show
A solid surface scrambles,
Things only one could know
Shedding into shambles

A solid surface scrambles
Every chisel brings a change,
Shedding into shambles
In time, it must arrange

Every chisel brings a change
Upon hard - headed rock,
In time, it must arrange
For none can

Fools too grow old

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

The Not so Great Debate

We had a debate where the candidate
Was supposed to communicate
The direction in which the united state
Yes, state how we can become back united
Yet however, more lies than truth were cited
Remove the blindfold so you can see
All that is hidden under the oval tree
There were lies told with little truth to unfold
Low and behold, they both

Legends of old

When little kids ask for stories
Regale them of our lore and its glories.
Listening with rapt notice
Tales of champions and menaces.
One and all exclaim with awe
Hearing about our Gods.
They don't die
Live within us and fly.
Burn like a phoenix
Survive with their tactics.
Look beyond the veil
When the fiercest quail.
Never lose their light
Even in the darkest of nights.
With a

AGE

faded oil portraits
in gold patina frames
hide on gallery walls

Old People Sounds

It begins every day
with strange sounds I would say
rising up, to a mornings sun rays.

There is cracking and creaking
and parts even squeaking
strange music my bones seem to play.

There is moaning and groaning
the lack of my toning
I endeavor to changing my ways.

Rolling out of my rack
with a resounding big crack
'tis life getting old, I do say!

The Aged Man

Aged man walks on the busy street
Beyond his ability to cross
Cane in hand, old friends he needs to meet
Delayed by rain, worried about loss

Earlier, he fell into a hole
Finding out he damaged his right leg
Good that he didn't hurt body whole
Heading to the market for an egg

In the dark of the night without light
Just then,

I Felt Like A Book

I felt like a book 
very tired old and worn out 
needing rest on shelf.

The Old People and the School Brats

My wife and I proud of our luscious lawn,
Some mischievous children took a shortcut
Strode on the grass, each like an evil fawn,
We old couple could not the passage shut.

No doubt, we were thoroughly angry mad.
How dare these unruly brats spoil our grass?
For soon after school these young became bad, 
Their footprints left an ugly midway

An Acute Ache

"Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house;
        can you hear the whispering? " 
                                

Our Sunset

Old furniture thrown away,
             hindrance in life.
            We gave the best
           teaching knowlege.
         

The Narrow Streets

They wend their way through Sunshine City
Cobblestoned, sloped, and Old World pretty;
And lined with colorful, homes in glad unity,
Streets linked heart to heart, in deep affinity.

Up one crooked path, and down to the river,
As rosy birds sing in green trees that quiver;
And soon arises pearl moon, a glowing sliver,
Making the roads to everywhere a bit

The Deception of Love

The exaltation of my depression controlled my free will
Sensing the elusiveness of a thing called Love
feeling the high and the low of it
I expected the low to go away but it didn't

Only a lingering memory of my once felt freedom remained  
like a burr in your pants, Love makes your butt itch
it seeks to

I'M Old

It sucks getting old wouldn't you say.
You wake up tired almost everyday.

Your joints hurt, your muscles ache.
Pills for arthritis you now have to take.

Your bones begin to creak and crack.
Can't stand up straight cuz
 you're now a hunchback.

You sneeze and a little pee starts to seep.
Adult diapers are not very cheap.

A once kind mirror will

By the Bay and On the Dock

Drag the old bones forward to the dock
Feel the cold wet bricks on weathered feet
Through holes in worn out leather shoes
Feel the brass handle of your crooked cane
Trembling to support your ancient footing

Through the fog there is nothing left to see
After 3:00 am darkness fills in as company
Wood planks come up from out of nowhere
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