Grow Old Poems - Poems about Grow Old

It is a gift to grow old Sadly ,so many never get that chance Taken too young Their lives merely a glance It is a gift to grow old Often taken for granted along the way To be blessed to live...Read the rest...

May we all be blessed to grow old in love… doing so can certain fears assuage…. Although Age does not protect us from love As Anais Nin says: Love, to some extent, protects us from age. ...Read the rest...

While flowers grow old, I will grow old with you too, 'Till death do us part....Read the rest...

CHORUS: Children, don't let your mamas grow old and be lonely, Don't let them get sick with no one to care, Call them and visit, spend time, be aware. Children, don't let your mamas grow old and be lonely, Cause...Read the rest...

Let's grow old with gold, Life hidden in various folds... Lovable moments preserved in hearts, Some hard lessons saved as drafts... Generally relationships take time But some bonds instantly shine... I have a mix of both the worlds, Few are a straight...Read the rest...

When did I grow old Did it happen overnight Was l young when l went to bed Became old at the stroke of midnight When did the lines on my face appear My face and body start to droop Sleep become...Read the rest...

I was asked to write a poem About when I’d grow old….. But really that’s the joke, For I already am, old and terribly cold. And looking back I realize How time has passed me by. It’s like a...Read the rest...

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AS I GROW OLD As I grow old I'll never miss another boat, or train, or flight Because Silence becomes a pocket book of fat cash I know where to put small change. As I grow old, I behold The bigger picture...Read the rest...

Keeping death and exile daily before thine eyes, with all else that men deem terrible. But more than death throw your pity toward Yahweh. And those that govern the universe with goodness and justice. Than...Read the rest...

I’d give you my breath, I’d break records I’d plunge to my death- I’ll write you songs and sing them to you over intercoms I’d pierce the moon with diamonds and gold and tell it to rain on you...Read the rest...

It's true that one day we'll grow old Maybe we'd be like pack of cigarettes Stashed near the cupboard Laying near the broomstick Bundled together with worn-out ropes Like cables that are patched with tapes Walking around...Read the rest...

The fading ancient sun casts long shadows before me, as I shuffle slowly and sluggishly down asymmetrical lanes. How age mellows me like ripe watermelon, squeezing me until all my ambrosial juices run acidulously dry as dust. Unsatisfied...Read the rest...

Oh I feel so... The heaviness in my body, The darkness of my soul, The sight of my eyes, The years I grow old. Oh I feel so... Stupid and hopeless, For being pure inside, heart, To be known as prettiest, But feels better as nerd. Oh I...Read the rest...

My eyes Grow old As if with Her hair Bright and white In the summer air Soft and light An autumn evening hue Warm and comforting A winters fire glow Spongy and curly A spring day walk My eyes They don’t register The changes Like my body does the...Read the rest...