Grow Old Poems - Poems about Grow Old

Not all old people are wise. Remember fools too grow old. ...

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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 a long life It is simply a gift….just being able to stay! ...

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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. ...

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

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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 she gave you the best years to raise you 'til grown, Don't leave her feeling unloved and alone. A mama's not perfect...

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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 line and some are curves... At last, everything & everyone will become old, Remember that experiences cannot be sold... Love, live and laugh...

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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 a confusion My favourite meal become sandwiches and soup When did aches and pains take over my being Turn into my main topic...

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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 flower really, It forms buds, blooms, and dries, And then eventually each dies. I always joke to find some remedy, I’ve just...

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When I feel down ...

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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 in life is the eye Not that eye stuck on itself Not that eye color blind Not that eye afraid of depth and...

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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 you may pass by the perfect understanding. If I might choose, I would be found doing some deed of true humanity....

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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 till your old and hold you in my arms and sing you those songs to your FACE IVE GOT NOTHING TO...

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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 with sticks long laden with thoughts Accumulated for ages and Sun-beaten Maybe we'd be tan already from life's sun-heat Or Wed feel like...

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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 desire, mental torment and general malaise conquer my better moods of love, devotion and quietude. Straggling with widespread dishevelment and disillusions I try...

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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 feel so... Sad to be friendly and positive, Sometimes, I feel dumb, Bad for myself to sail all the ships To get broke by...

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