The unfriendly hand of age
Creeps up and takes hold
Of my fingers, twisting them
The hand lovingly pats me on the back
Until I bend and crack
Small movements stab me with pointed bones
The hand passes over the knees
And they buckle and grind
I wish my failing ears could not hear them
My ankles are stiff and swollen
The hand of age has found them
But I will not be beaten!
Age is a reality in body but
My heart remains the same
Dancing in the summer sun.
The Changes Of Age And How We Stay The Same Inside
Hand Of Age
Published by Family Friend Poems February 24, 2026 with permission of the Author.
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ABOUT THE POET:
Fiona Halliday has loved poetry all her life. She has written many poems over the years. Fiona is a primary school teacher and loves writing for children. When she is not reading or writing poetry, she spends time with her family and plays the flute. She writes for pleasure, fun and education!