I’m a little scared
Of getting old
Of being well past
My sell by date
I’m a little scared
Of losing my mind
Not being able to think
Or contemplate
I’m a little scared
Of losing my function
My independence
Not able to operate
I’m a little scared
Of forgetting
My name or people
Who I used to call my mate
I’m a little scared
Of frustrating
My wife and kids
While wallowing in a mixed up state
I’m a little scared
Is it down to me?
Can I not control?
Is it simply fortune and fate?
- Author: The Retired Bloke ( Offline)
- Published: January 4th, 2019 05:55
- Comment from author about the poem: I have been spending a few days with my housebound 85 year old mum. It got me reflecting on old age...
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
A thoughtful write RB. Maybe we can control it to some extent - keep mind and body healthy? Do what we can?
Age is just a number just be yourself. As in all your life it changes every day and the person that you become is still you. Others will understand.
Totally agree.
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