Life Old Poems | Examples
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When I was only five.
My dolls were the big thing,
we would sit and sing.
Then my tricycle I learned to drive.
At fifteen I was dating.
Boys were sure fickle,
some of their words were like a pickle.
We loved to go roller skating.
Now thirty is life half over?
Today is a new day,
no more hair of gray.
Maybe I need a new makeover.
At fifty should I retire?
Many days are way too long,
is life a game of ping-pong?
Some days I feel like I want to expire.
I never thought I would reach seventy.
Here I am,
drinking hot tea and eating strawberry jam.
Seventy is fun and not my enemy.
He stays up all night, sleeps all day
lives life the wise old owl’s way
Graveyard shift ~
nets him 15% more pay
Thinking back, so long ago
Remembering things, I've done
Always had a place to go
I would walk a country mile
When I was young, it was fun
Now, it would take me awhile
These old legs can't walk no more
I used to walk with my son
In the park or to the store
That was when he lived with me
He moved- that son-of-a-gun
Alone, I feel so lonely
Yet, I'm old, and still alive
I made it to ninety-one
Hmm... how long will I survive
Will I live another day?
No regrets the life I've spun
Only time will tell, they say
We fought with monsters and became monsters fighting the insane acting out in strange displays dancing nonsense in a cave imprisoned by a thousand lies we designed to contain a willful child, and with hammer blows and the whips we made ourselves better slaves then the slaves who came before with fevered dreams drunken prose spoken lost and broken noses, broken skulls, broken bones tore through flesh, the fear, the fear, I miss my friends, those younger days, it seemed to me we would never grow old, tired. VIXI.
Poem 17 Note. . . vixi liber et moriar: "I have lived free and I will die free"
You walk the way the wind blows
Or so the story goes.
You rode the waves of blue,
And lived a life with no clue
You blow smoke of tar
And drive a beat up car
You live in built-up walls,
Where twilight slowly crawls.
A fortress made of stone,
To keep yourself unknown.
You traded wind and sky,
To watch the world go by.
But rain taps on the window pane,
To remind you of the pain.
And the wind still knows your name,
Before you quit the game.
You throw the portal wide,
And cast the ghost aside.
Out where the blacktop gleams,
You wake up from your dreams.
You head across the bay,
To find a better way.
You turn toward the east,
The captive soul released.
The engine starts to roar—
You walk the way no more.
I don't want to lose my memory
that's where all my friends are
When I was younger I practiced meditation
Like clockwork, sitting twice a day
And sometimes all day.
Now that I’m older
Fatter, wiser, more stiff and tired
I still practice
But in the form of watering gardens
Feeding dogs and mowing lawns.
I’ve got these routines down
So they are mostly mindless
Which is of course the goal
Of all mindful meditation.
What are my experiences of accomplishment
You may ask;
A vision of rainbow-body flower blossoms
Amid a thousand shades of green,
A heavenly chorus of bird song,
A soft caress of Sunlight on bare skin,
And, not least, the joy of a pack of dogs
Fed on time, every time.
These are the simply joys of retirement,
The joys of a life slowed down
Enough to smell
And sometimes even eat
The roses.
(6/3/26)
I’m an old maiden I must confess this
Quite happy to evade domestic bliss
I only have to do laundry for one
And had one kid one and done
Never have to check in with a hubby
Don’t fake it if not feeling lovey dovey
I have a mirror so I don’t need that
Pat on the rear when I ask if I’m fat
Never have to worry if he loves me
Not in a huge hurry for matrimony
I’ve more years behind than ahead
Grateful for time as we all will be dead
I’m a bit selfish that I don’t require
Ring and shellfish with wine by fire
I’m an old maiden and I must confess
I’m content in my life I’m truly blessed
On the day we met
Our hearts fell
In love with each other
And that has never changed
I want to grow old with you
You became my heart and soul
And I became yours
We fought, we denied, we cried
But nothing changed how we felt
I want to grow old with you
Over the years,
Life has past
Children were born,
We’ve drifted apart
Then found each other again
I want to grow old with you
As silver covers our head
Eyes may become cloudy and blurry
Hearing may not be as sharp
Our bodies may not be the same
Our love has never faltered
I want to grow old with you
Original poem by
Linda L Franklin
05/16/2026
cautiously treads ground
anxious over his ninth life
tastes the air with pause
clear wrinkles of time
stories etched on feeble hands~
life's soft, silent chime
grey hair slowly fall
a journey hard, well- travelled~
canvas on the wall
distant laughter gleams
echoes of a vibrant past~
memoirs flow like streams
Sunlight dulls the eyes
wisdom surfs in the brain~
gazing at the sky
breath is slow and rough
strings of pains begin to sting~
the journey's end is tough.
"The treasures of life are often found right where you least expect them."
~Anon.
No more room in the junk drawer,
I use an old shoebox instead~
Gidgets and gadgets galore,
Buttons and beads and bandages
Are a simple life’s overflow~
A dried flower posey,
And Grandmother’s fragrant sachet
are my treasures not trash!
The More Digestible Anything
Becomes, The More That Thing
Resembles What's Been
Already Digested.
-Gray Squirrel
04-21-2026
The ebb and flow, a ceaseless art,
That shapes our voyage, plays its part,
We catch the surge, a fleeting gleam,
Or drift along a silent dream,
Providence grand, beyond our hold,
A story age old, to unfold.
the wretched burnt-orange sun
beats down on my broken car
as she thumps mindlessly through potholes
with windows down
we gaze at clowns
and the derelicts
and the dirty tricks
as they crawl
across the pavement
the lively beauties walk
amongst jackasses and Gemini's
confused hooligans steal
from random pedestrians
to feed addictions
fulfilling a need, though
they mean you no harm, indeed
despite their transgressions
we're all devoured
by our own deceptions