Senior Poems - Poems about Senior

Senior citizens getting afraid as it's true and also well said. All of them are just carrying AIDS. Off and on, are using Band AIDS. Many of them use Hearing AIDS. Each to accept Medical AIDS Even some receive Organ AIDS Children...

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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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SNOW BIRDS HAVE A WHOLE NEW MEANING MASSIVE CRIMINAL CONVOYS TARGETING SENIORS THE CONVOY OF HASTE CORRUPT DRUG DEALERS ARRIVE TO FLORIDA TARGETING SENIOR COMMUNITIES TARGETING DISABLED AMERICANS MOSTLY VETERANS THIS CRIMINAL GROUP COMMITING HOME INVASIONS HUSTLING PRESCRIPTION DRUGS ASSAULT RIFLES POINTED AT THE ELDERLY DISABLED TARGETS THE HEIST BEGANS WITH PROFESSIONAL BURGULRIZE BY OFFERING...

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If freshman year was aspirational and sophomore year was unhinged junior year was put up or shut up and senior year is a dash to the finish line This year’s on fast forward—and it’s for keeps every to-do list has value-laden questions things seem sharp edged, single use and intense it’s all about trajectories and ‘landing spots” Let’s wax poetic.. Produce now, or spend...

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The music was lively. The young dancer, unable to restrain herself, stood and shuffled slowly to the dance floor. His eyes followed her – hopeful, but with sadness and concern. Her gait unsteady, her cane little help, she began to move – awkwardly but determinedly – until her eyes filled with frustration, fear, and finally resignation; and she stopped. His eyes filled. She slowly...

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Another year has passed Another day had passed I know I'm a little bit older This guy has a bad leg and shoulder It was not so long ago my life was a blast There were so many women I could attract Now I have this baldness and gray hair And losing hearing in one ear Many of my teeth are missing It seems...

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Brochures arrive quite often And they beckon with a deal – It’s time for senior living – You don’t know how good you’ll feel! There’s a pool, a gym, a clubhouse With so much that you can do And you’ll make new friends, for everyone’s A senior just like you! I know folks who have transitioned, Others soon to take the plunge, Eager...

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Derrière dimples Bold gray hair Occasionally pimples Elegant emerald stare Competent and confident Comfortable in own skin Knowing to accept compliments With wise yet humble grin Bringing the best in every way No fear in the aging process Even you walk with delightful sway Work of art you are in progress Hope to know my years of gold As wonderful and filling like you A unique...

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UNDEFINED (a true story) The morning after the total housefire, 52 years ago, when the journalist asked the elderly man, “How do you feel after this tragic, sudden death of your wife?” I’d expected to hear a few sad words in response to the intrusive...

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Sitting all alone, sipping tea, munching a scone; elderly woman in a quiet coffeehouse looking for conversation. "That was delicious", she says to the young server seemingly busy. She tries to make eye contact; the young one averts her gaze. It's like that most days... staring at windows and walls. Human connection: a rarer commodity for those who so need it most....

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When I entered the City Senior Center with my Open Mic proposal to increase resilience and decrease apartheid dissonance I could hear no music, see no dancing. The quilting room and the game room, even the pool tables, were as quiet as the library, which at least held four contemplative people scattered in their own secluded spaces. Like visiting a sad monastery, without tai chi, chi gong, walking meditation, and/or yoga...

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Proverbs 16:31 (KJV) The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness. Our time has come to know the grief, Of losing friends, losing those things – we held onto, The past, the last hopes, the quiet assurance… That our time is still in the present, today, Echoing like silent shadows, abiding… Youth...

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Senior Bells Senior Bells I wish my ears would stop ringing Senior bells What the hell It sounds just like Christmas day Where’s the sidewalk ...

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12/2/2023 Oh, the excruciating job of finding a comfortable pair of shoes! And why do we fall asleep so darn early at night? Driving after sundown is a fright! Hey, gravity, stop pulling on my face! There's a younger man I wish to date! Desiring to dance like a sexy Sambista, but...

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HEALTHY SENIOR My mother used to feed me to grow up big and strong Cauliflower and broccoli, some foods that taste so wrong How could anyone believe that vegetables could be so good Especially when there was sugar in all my favorite food Should have listened to my mother, the words keep haunting me One look in the mirror and it’s...

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