Growing old.

I woke up old today, I noticed my hair had turned to gray, was it there yesterday?,or maybe I refused to see, time had ran ahead of me. leaving only memories.This place I thought I’d never reach. now becomes my destiny.

I woke up old today, a child was I just yesterday, like a cloud slowly fades , time has stole my youth away,leaving only yesterdays. What I’ve dreaded is now here, Ive grown old, my end is near. how did I get from there, to here.

i woke up  old today, a aching back, feeble knees ,never thought this day would come, oh how I miss, when I was young, 

Looking back when but a kid, I never thought my youth would end, Looking ahead I could see my whole life awaiting me, a future filled with hope and dreams, time seemed to slowly sway it’s wings.

Like a vapor soon disappears, Father Time has brought me here, like a puff of smoke the wind has blown, my time now spent, my youth has gone.

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  • Karen Gross on Dec 19, 2010

    This is a beautiful poem. So true – when you are young you take your abilities for granted. I am 45, but Parkinson\’s makes me feel much older. I see my future as endless years of ever increasing pain and disability. Then I just have to give it to God and trust my future in His hands.

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