Short Growing Old Poems
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This is better left unsaid,
Would a doctor want this read?
"Growing old is not for jibs,
Your fluid tablets give us the blip!"
Forty summers, forty springs
You concentrate on brighter things.
Then forty autumns, forty cold
Decembers…and you’re growing old.
Growing old is a process…
If you’re blessed…you’ll be around to see…
you have grown up to be
the person…you always wanted to be.
Oh, the fear of growing old,
Youthful bodies now turning cold...
Death, the fear of a life unworthy.
mabe am at that age
where you seen fade
you see
am heavenly
and also more bold
feel i could live forever
GROWING OLD
BUT BETTER
Growing old is not a big deal
Your only has old as you feel
Age you'll find
Is all in the mind
It's those aches and pains that are real.
Happy birthday to me
Makes life so sappy
Growing old by another year
Let us all celebrate and cheer!
(Birthday is Jan 28th and turning 31!)
"This strife shall continually overflow this cup,"
To my inquisitive spirit my sagely soul told,
"Until with growing old
Comes growing up."
May we be blessed to remember in the school of life
the syllabus has but one directive…
Growing old is a mandatory class
Growing up…is an elective
Never did what you thought you might
Wandering through darkness looking for light
Lost in the silence
A wandering soul
Alone and empty
growing old
her face growing old
lines of her eyes, ancient trees.
young lovers are lost
her branches bend with spring tears.
young rain seeps deep in the wood.
Hate bedewed with youth
power to impair one’s kin,
grace in growing old
a time to regret, lament...
grandson, reflection of time.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
let's burn the house!
as you snip the wick
and paint the world -
you're such a brick!
if truth be told
i never liked the thought
of growing old!
Form:
The older I grow the more I’m thankful for Franz Kafka
Who…I’ve read…and I’ve been told
Said:
Anyone who keeps the ability to find beauty
never will grow old
May we be blessed to understand
in spite of what many of us are told:
That even though we can’t help growing older
it is not inevitable that we grow old.
Mother and Father
At the table
Arguing about the past
For better or worse
Growing old together.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly 2013.
I never thought much about growing old
While challenging the idea of “getting” old
A well-aged wine or cheese has merit
A well-aged man has wrinkles and nose hair
She said how happy she has been with him
then asked
if he was happy too…
He smiled.
I’ve fallen in love many times in my life, he answered…
and every time…
with you.
OLD GIRLFRIEND
Remember me as one who's told
your life as you are growing old,
before your time to be
what only I can see,
alone and empty, bare and cold.
© ron wilson
Golly gee how did I ever
Receive such a gift of
Old age to pontificate
Wisely winding through
Interests as varied and
New as a
Grand baby who
Only
Loves a
Dear me.
Thou anchor of my all, of love and life,
For in a marriage, hearts both beat for two;
For thou art woven with me, wove and wife,
For thus, while growing old, we do renew.
Melted skulls and sagging sails:
what growing old with tats entails.
Few give pause to stop and think
how time’s patina colors ink.
—————
H/T to Eric Ashford’s Tat
Growing old
More precious than gold
Find a way
Have your say
Fear not beneath
It holds relief
Opened eyes
Helped me rise
Pushing on
Where I belong
Never lost
Within the frost
The sun is setting , the sky is pink
The view is astounding to behold.
A time to relax, reflect and think
As this day is growing old.
Moments like this are worth more than gold.
No one sees her cry.
No one dries her tears.
No one calms her fears.
Or hears her quiet sigh
Unnoticed through the day
No one sees her pass
Loneliness will last.
It never goes away.