older

isa kemmy

i see me turn feeble,

but no so cripple, 

when my back starts to bend,

its an age trend,

i might start to famble,

then overtime fumble

 

 

i see me blurred,

i may turn blared,

i will start blubbering  with the foregone,

u will see me as a clone,

for i have grown a third eye

 

i am scared,

for ur ears might bear wall,

when u outgrow u´ll be tall,

am scared of this age trend,

i see me becoming a burden

i might loose my cool,

u'll make me dress like a baby,

cause am to old to speak

 

i am scared ,

of growing old,

turning useless,

eaten by dementia,

am scared to be screwed,

that i might forget my name,

that fame turns lame,

am scared being old and cold

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: imma isa kemmy (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 26th, 2025 03:49
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • Demar Desu

    keep the mind youthful

    • isa kemmy

      thanks for ur reply

    • sorenbarrett

      You are only as old as you think and feel. I am old but in this I have no fear it is a blessing to have gotten this far. A poem well written

    • Tristan Robert Lange

      What a raw and honest reflection, Isa. The fear is laid bare here...unfiltered and deeply human. That line about forgetting your own name hit especially hard. Truly, an excellent job, my dear friend. 🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛



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