I sit here in my lifeguard chair
Watching those with sagging skin and faces full of wrinkles
Realizing, we're not all that different
The group of women who laugh as they walk
The patrons who swim back and forth in a never-ending loop
Their eyes crinkle as they walk by
Teeth shining as they say "good morning"
I suppose it is a good morning
They remind me that there is joy in longevity
Joy to be found all around
I used to be afraid of getting old
Of deaths imminent knock at my door
I still am
But at least I know being old isn't much different than being young
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Author:
CA (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 19th, 2024 18:01
- Comment from author about the poem: I'm not very good at this, but this came to me one day while I working at the pool. I've never shared any of my poetry (which is really just my thoughts) so I thought I'd give it a go.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Very cool write.
if that's your idea of "giving it a go" then keep on going because that's great
Not bad. Remember, show, not tell.
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