Aging Poem

Old Age And Birthdays

Birthdays are for the young, growing old is not as much fun.

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Age is only a number we accumulate through our journey along the path destined for us. “Just Another Year” gave our hearts a nudge. It’s all right to climb the ladder of numbers and let our...

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Just Another Year

John P. Read © more by John P. Read

Published: May 15, 2019

The years are taking their toll.
Another birthday has now arrived.
People you meet say you're still looking young.
With a smile, you wink and say, "Nice try."

You have a few more aches and pains.
In fact, a different one each day.
Your eyesight's none too clever,
And your hearing has started to fade.

Your memory has gone on vacation,
Although you no longer travel too far.
You try to avoid meeting old friends
Because nowadays you forget who they are.

Wrinkles are appearing like magic.
Your hair is silver and grey.
When you wake, you praise the Lord
Just to have survived for another day.

Yes, birthdays used to be special.
When you're old, they're not as much fun.
You no longer want to rejoice and party.
Your mind's still willing, but your body has gone.

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  • Georgina F. Yong by Georgina F. Yong, Malaysia
  • 9 months ago

Age is only a number we accumulate through our journey along the path destined for us. “Just Another Year” gave our hearts a nudge. It’s all right to climb the ladder of numbers and let our mind stay young forever. Years ago, we were so eager to have a birthday cake and wishes from our loved one. Now, we look forward to sharing the day with everyone around us, cakes and gifts from us to create smiles...

Hi Georgina, I'm still young at heart and mind. It's the rest of me that's aged.

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