Old Age Poems

A promise born, a life designed,
To emancipate, to break the bind.
But fate dealt blows, parents passed away,
Leaving her to shadows, in a world astray.

She sells...

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In somber silence, the Old Boys sit.
Only ambient noise they permit.
Not sitting face-to-face,
it's such a lonely place.
I, frankly, don't want to be in it....

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Every day lost, like whispers in the breeze,  
Mom watches the clock, her heart begging, "Please."  
Once, laughter echoed through sun-dappled trees, ...

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i should walk away.
i know that.
i rehearse it,
mouth the words
like a prayer i don’t believe in.

but you’re standing there,
and it’s already too late.

she trusts me.
he...

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Time is but a fleeting thought. 
More is always sought.
Never can be bought. 
A moment in time.
No everlasting rhyme.
Blink of your eyes.
The darkening skies.
......It flies....
You're...

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Spring Morning

today, waking up, it was warmer, the winter 
had been cold at times, freezing electric heating
is not for those with a slim wallet

Today, we will...

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As I reflect on my old body’s daily decay,
I wonder ~ did God really mean to do it this way?
Couldn't He have let me journey...

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In this century, we have forgotten to value old age and the wisdom that comes with it,
we worship health, virtual networks, artificial intelligence, and speed,
believing...

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I'm really much too young to get old
Something's drastically out of whack
I'm still this handsome, charismatic stud
Why's my body giving me flack?

A strange bump just...

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Whining, is age appropriate,
With wrinkles - both newborns and aged.
Boo-hoos - in cradle; before grave.
The old straitened; babes’ swaddled.

With wrinkles, both newborns and aged,
They are...

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She cries during songs that no one else listens to all the way through. Her heart catches on moments like it’s made of thread, tangled...

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The way home2025-04-21

Good afternoon
I'm back to where my fortune began
the fortune I betrayed by moving away 
not for any reason that I momentarily 
thought I...

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The doorbell rings less
As dust assembles
On once polished seats
The old coffee pot
Misses a few beats
As cups gather hopefully
Voices linger
Held by the silence
Seeking a response
The phone...

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And I think of youth
As level of sensation,
Lightness, care free
And sense of freedom.
However, it was in my youth
That I became a man today
Laid further the...

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Old age is a place, we all aspire to go
How does it looks and feels?
Is it graceful and filled with serenity
With wisdom lined engraved on...

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