Trapped down the wrong alley
Only one way to go
Only one way in my life
To old age.
My skin, once tanned and smooth
Now in folds it droops.
My hair, once alive with bounce and so sleek
Now seems to have fallen asleep,
It hangs onto my head
Like a rock hanging over a cliff.
My eyes, once large and blue
Now slits in my face
Like narrow entrances to caves.
So energetic and sporty when young
That was me,
Now my legs, no longer any use
I'm such a frail sight to see.
Old age has claimed me
It has taken all that I had
Only my memories remain.
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Author:
Bibbeck (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A view of growing old, written when I was 14 years old. Now I know how I'll be 'seen' by youngsters in 25-ish years! ;-o
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Old age beats dying young . When you're
young you try to stay up all day and night . When you're old you stay up all night and day . The young think old people can't see . Old prople don't want to see . When you're young you ask mommy to tell you a tale . Then when she get's old she tells you the same tale 10,000 times . Young people wear t-shirts saying they will inherit the world . Old people go to casinos wearing t-shirts saying I'm spending my kid's inheritance . Young people eat raisins . Old people eat prunes . When asked , the old say you're as young as you feel , but lately I haven't felt anything .Young people drive curvaceous sports cars . Old people drive RV's as big as a bus with a sign on the back,"Ashes to Ashes , Dust to Dust , It's Las Vegas baby or bust."
Age is wonderful, looking back on your life you can chose to remember the best bits an the best bits far out weigh the bad bits.
Good write.
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