My head is in a real bad state
My memory is running late
I feel like I am going mad
My eyesight now is really bad
M teeth have now come to an end
Impossible to ever mend
My confidence has been destroyed
Through all the things I once enjoyed
My body is slowly packing up
Im full of broken veins
My bones which now need oiling
Are filled with aches and pains
Gravity has got a grip
The lines are clearly showing
Moustache and beard have just appeared
Facial hair is growing
My hair is thin, my eyes are dim
My ears no longer hear
Its time to face reality
Old age is finally here
All I seem to do these days
Is eat and watch the telly
Which makes it easy to explain
This rather fat round belly
My body is slowly dying
Still I try to look my best
There is no harm in trying
As I face eternal rest
I used to be afraid of death
But now I'm not so sure
It's something I've accepted
Since age Knocked at my door.
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Author:
Donna Saphier (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 1st, 2016 13:44
- Comment from author about the poem: Growing old Gracefully xx 😂
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Comments2
wonderful piece great rhyme
very enjoyable. ww
Thank-you xx 😂
WELCOME DONNA ~ A beautifully crafted poem (I love rhyming couplets !) about a subject that affect all of us ~ AGEING ! Your poem describes it beautifully and although I'm only one third through my life (33) the symptoms are encroaching ! Each day one's senses become a little more diminished. I work in a College with Young people (16 - 30) which is both an incentive to stay young and a reminder that I'm 30+ ! Your poem is very cathartic for the 50+ and you are "growing old gracefully and poetically" which is a BLESSING ! Thanks for sharing and caring ~ Yours BRIAN
Thank-you very much for your wonderful comment xx 😂
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