21. Clearing The Way
I have waited quite a long time to get old,
So I think I should try to enjoy it.
I can't turn it in for a refund,
And I surely don't want to destroy it.
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It is genuinely a beautiful poem depicting the harsh reality of life that many of us don't really know how to handle the unwanted changes that old age brings with it. One always lives in this...
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22. Will I Lose Myself?
Will I slowly wither like a leaf
That falls upon the earth?
Once void of all its Autumn hues,
It loses all its worth. -
23. The True Warrior Inside
You may not know how old she is
But I'm quite sure you'll recognize.
It doesn't take a rocket scientist
To see the ravages of time.Featured Shared StoryOh Pat, I just love your poetry. I am so damned old myself it's great to read a poem that sums up how I feel about my aged self. Keep writing! Love and very best wishes, Ann.
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24. The Time Of My Life
I realize I've reached the time
When it's very plain to see
That I now must be selective
In what my preferences will be. -
25. Invisibility
As a child, I recall, I used to think the coolest thing to be,
truly nothing could be more fun than invisibility.
I could sneak up on my sisters and scare them if I chose. -
26. 50th High School Reunion
We gather here once more
To remember a younger day,
When life was mostly before us
And the future a game to play. -
27. To Heck With Tech
A little old lady, I do not mind being.
What I find I don't like are the changes I'm seeing.
My marbles are still rolling in the right direction.
I enjoy this old world, though it has imperfections.Featured Shared StoryI enjoyed your poem. I certainly know where you're coming from. When it comes to tech, I'm not tech-savvy either. It seems like every time you get things down pat, they change the whole...
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28. The Grandfather Clock
In a dusty, dark corner of a very old house,
sits the tall, wooden worn out clock.
It has seen its share of memories and pain,
keeping perfect time with a tick and a tock.Featured Shared StoryWe're all clocks just trying to keep up with time, knowing full that in the end, time will win.
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29. Elusive Sleep
Restful sleep has proved elusive.
Lack of it is not conducive
To my overall wellbeing,
As I stare up at the ceiling. -
30. Pretty Little High Heels
Pretty little high heels,
How you look so grand.
I can remember when I wore you
And I could proudly stand. -
31. Old Dancers
I know we're old now and our bodies don't work as they should.
But if I could dance with you once more I surely would.
To dance as we did without a care. -
32. It Could Not Be Me Anymore
It could not be me he's thinking of
When he looks up at the soft moonlight.
And it can't be me that he's dreaming of
When he falls asleep at night.Featured Shared StoryAnother brilliant poem - I love the way you write - keep them coming, please.
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33. This Journey Of Mine
I wake up each day
On this journey of mine,
Grabbing each moment
Of my limited time.Featured Shared StoryMiss Fleming: I was looking at a poem I wrote, SWEET THINGS FOR YOUR EAR, and I saw you left me a wonderful review. We seem to have the same outlook on life. I look back on my life a lot. I...
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34. I Still Hear My Mama Singing
Mama with her babies in her rocking chair, she sings
The soothing sound of lullabies,
Her voice so sweetly rings.
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35. Reflection
I stand before the mirror
A stranger stares at me
I've been replaced by someone else
They're standing where I used to be. -
36. Fading
I know that nothing ever lasts,
and my memories, they're fading fast,
but I have my photographs,
and I know we used to laugh. -
37. Remembering
When sleepless I lie,
As the hours slip by,
I go walking the paths back home.
I hear the meadowlark's song -
38. She Tried To Fit In
To find room
for her flannel nighties,
a well-worn woollen dressing gown,
her furry slippersFeatured Shared StoryOh Pat,
I sometimes think if it wasn't for people like you I might just give up writing poetry. I get so low when my poems don't receive any votes. In fact I tried to get one deleted,... -
39. The Golden Tear
He moved with deliberate motion
Each step a painful chore
His body bent and crippled
To the depths of his human core.Featured Shared StoryHello Ann,
Thank you again for your kind and encouraging words. I dedicated this poem to my dearest father who passed away at the age of 98. You are NOT elderly! Best wishes from across... -
40. On Your Shoulders
I remember the times
You'd flip me onto your shoulder
Freefalling skyward
Taller, olderFeatured Shared StoryThis poem so reminds me of the relationship my Daddy and I had. He had a major surgery in 1971 and because of that and the effects of the anesthesia, his decline began. It took a while for us...
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