Old Age Poems

I am nineteen
but I look seventy-two
weird maybe
to those who are not here yet

in my heart I am singing and dancing
my arthritic ankles are laughing at...

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There's always another tale to be told
Other reports that are yet to unfold 
Moving past edited headlines in bold
Maybe in small print or lost in...

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The old can travel and visit
Cool places some think exquisite
For our ebb and flow
Even fools should know
Requisite restroom where is it?...

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    Intention scorns inattention 
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Through the Ages

I'm back in the streets of my childhood
no, there is no fanfare I have lived long
in a place with warmer hearts
Here, where I...

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I never thought much about growing old
While challenging the idea of “getting” old
A well-aged wine or cheese has merit
A well-aged man has wrinkles and nose...

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You may say I'm a homely old geezer,
ready for the glue factory or freezer.
Yet, in truth, while I make passes, uncouth,
my hopes of finding the...

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Whoever succeeds in adopting a positive attitude towards old age, 

The passing of years, would not appear an earthly burden on him, 

But, heavenly bliss.
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They looked at me with doubt
The light had long gone out
I was long past my prime
Ripples in a pond subside over time

"That's him?", an onlooker...

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Serene, the crisp of apple cider days
Each morning lightly misted. Its mystique  
Perhaps a guise to hide from eyes the ways
The pink hydrangeas rusted;...

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Cold sweats, cold chains, old bets, old brains
Regrets refrain that i do it again
Heart beats, heart stops, heart skips and pops
Heart races and chases the...

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I'm older now, older than most expect
 and looking back I must confess
 there are some things I do regret.

These senior years suddenly become
 life's...

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Like a kite in the summer sky
The signs were there, easy to see—  
A looming end, dark as night 
Yet she soared, an owl...

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I hope to be primarily
a man who suffers minim'lly.
Furthermore, I would hope to say,
I might improve another's day.
So, I do not harm yours truly,
or hurt other...

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Joan
She sits in the gloom of her freezing cold room
A room she can’t heat anymore
Her larder is bare but she never goes there
For she doesn’t...

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