Growing Old

GROWING OLD The pangs of age begin to tell How quickly infirmity may come Bringing poor health to some While many seem to do so well But all is not lost if one but look At the joy they shared along the way As time was passing by day after day And the less appealing things forsook There are hobbies that one might pursue Ballroom dancing, painting, or skating Can prove to be rather invigorating There are so many things to learn to do The pleasure of a stroll in the park Meeting strangers who became a friend Bringing meaning to life 'til the end And comfort when life seemed dark Growing old has merit mingled with strife But when it all is shared with another With friends who were as close as a brother You will find you have had a productive life 16 February 2019 For the contest Enclosed Rhyme Poetry sponsored by Emile Pinet