I am fearful of growing old
So old that I can no longer live
No longer independent, controlled
In a vegetative state where I outlive
All my friends, my wife, my generation
Unable to run, walk or even crawl
A parasite on the tax paying population
Where each day I fear of an inevitable fall
Where no one cares whether I live or die
Just a burden to everyone around me
All I can do is stare aimlessly into the sky
Try to remember when I was wonderfully free
When I had all of my life in front of me
When joy came from laughter and fun
The touch of my beautiful wife Lesley
When there were so many dreams to be done
I am fearful of growing old
I guess this is a good thing
So choices made now can be so bold
Allow me to be positive to everything
Embrace life live it to the max
Enjoy every moment every breath I take
Don’t be afraid of heart attacks
Soak in every second make the odd mistake
I guess I should be ultimately grateful
That I have lived a long enough life
To be fearful of actually growing old.
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Author:
The Retired Bloke (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Today is my birthday. I wrote this poem some time back following a visit to my elderly mother. Birthdays are a good time to reflect.
- Category: Reflection
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Happy Birthday, Well, hope it is happy. A thoughtful write Retired. You 21 again? How many times over?!
More than two but less than three!
Ahh, you retired early if not yet reached 63?
Age is just a number, I reach the three score years and ten next month but although I am slower than I used to be the glory of life is still enjoyed.
I agree but sometimes I just need to remind myself.
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