I Still Matter
Dealing With Growing Old
I'M STILL HERE
My looks are nothing special,
My face reveals my age,
Aging Poems
Poems about Growing Old
Aging is a natural process of life. It begins the moment we are born. Strangely enough, most of us live under the illusion that we and our loved ones will never become old. When old age arrives, we are often unprepared. The natural order becomes reversed. The young help to care for the old. Those who need to be taken care of for the first time have a hard time accepting that they need help. This condition is a product of our culture that does everything it can to conceal the loss of youth. Confronting this reality is the beginning of a healthy relationship to life, aging and death.
Inspirational Poems about Aging
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Featured Shared Story
This poem really hit home with me. I will be 60 on my next birthday and it seems like years fly by like days. I too look in the mirror and wonder where all the lines and wrinkles have came...
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The Hands Of A Warrior
A Poem About Growing OldPurple veins strain against the skin.
Pale, translucent, paper thin.
Skinny fingers clawed in monstrous shapes,
Brown spots from years that she can't erase.Featured Shared StoryI absolutely loved this poem. I had tears running down my face as I was reading it and as I read it again to my nieces. My mother's hands bother her a lot and have begun to change shape...
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I'm A Person Too
Poem From Patient To Hospital StaffHere I lie in bed again, Awaiting my next meal.
A worker barges in my room, As if it's no big deal.
What ever happened to courtesy? Just a little knock.Featured Shared StoryWow! Beautiful Poem. I needed a poem for my English class. This right here is phenomenal. I volunteer at a hospital, so I work and see a lot of these patients. This poem has reminded me to...
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The Little Boy And The Old Man
Said the little boy, sometimes I drop my spoon.
Said the little old man, I do that too.
The little boy whispered, I wet my pants.
I do too, laughed the old man.Featured Shared StoryI can relate to the poem "The Little Boy and The Old Man" by Shel Silverstein. You feel invisible, not as valuable. No longer as pretty, not of much use. Your income has dwindled, you're no...
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Changing Places
Poem About When A Loved One Has Alzheimer'sI see the sadness in your eyes,
The times that you are knowing
What's happening to your wondrous mind,
The symptoms you are showing.Featured Shared StoryFor the first time in my life I came face to face with the struggle of Dementia. My mother was quiet about the reality of her daily life caring for the man she married over 60 years ago. She...
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The Sands Of Time
The Ways In Which Times Changes UsI look in the mirror and see
A stranger looking back at me.
Who's that person standing there
With wrinkled skin and such gray hair? -
On Aging
When you see me sitting quietly,
Like a sack left on the shelf,
Don’t think I need your chattering.
I’m listening to myself.Featured Shared StoryReading this poem was very heartfelt and personal. Maya Angelou has always been my favorite author of all times, but reading this particular poem reminds me of my grandmother who I was lucky...
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Kid Stuff
Reminiscing On ChildhoodMany, many years ago
When I was just a kid,
And I had just began to grow,
There's stuff I had and did.Featured Shared StoryAh, blissful childhood memories. Raised in a rural community, most relatives and friends lived on farms. Being a town kid, homemade fried chicken dinners in an oversized farm kitchen, that...
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Keepsake
Poem About Hunting With DadOne day my dad was hunting, from his favorite hunting stand;
'Twas a giant Oak with perfect limbs, under which two deer trails ran.
Now this favorite spot of Daddy's was as unique as it could be,
'cause a lightning bolt had burned a giant hole down through that tree.Featured Shared StoryMy aging husband, who just turned 70 in October, still takes his grandsons out bowing and hunting ever year. He helps build the tree stands and everything, teaching them the way of the...
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Signs That You Are Old
List Poem About AgingYou find you're getting hairier though not atop your head.
You somehow sustain injuries while sleeping in your bed.
Your arm is not quite long enough to make the fine print clear.
You walk into a room then think - Now why'd I come in here?
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