My hands are wrinkled
The skin around my eyes?
Pocket into each other
My walk now limp
Hair?
Greyer than a silver lining cloud
Teeth now false and man made
Hearing?
That too is gone
That too is gone
But so long as my heart stays beating
And my smile stays beaming
And my children stay reaching
I’ll keep on loving
They’ll keep on loving
And I’ll keep on preaching
That getting old in itself?
Is a gift
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Author:
Hans (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 2nd, 2024 10:34
- Comment from author about the poem: From my book: Womanhood And Her Shapes I wrote this piece for older women, everywhere who fear aging.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Excellent writing
Thoroughly enjoyed the message
Particularly the Last line
Compared to the alternative
It is indeed a gift
Looking forward to reading more
A really
great poem
eloquently
penned indeed! 👍
Love where
you went
with this,
a treat to read!
Best regards ✌️ Thad
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