Thoughts on growing old.

Old age is not for the faint of heart,
when body, and beauty both fall apart.
wrinkles show up most everywhere,
and things seem more difficult then the were,
when we were young, and on the move.
and knew that we still had our groove.
We never gave one single thought,
to a life that could be fraught,
with aches and pains, and flu’s with coughs,
who told us life could be so rough,
and that we’d begin to fall apart,
No, old age is not for the faint of heart.

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  • AC Hamilton III on Jan 31, 2009

    Cute poem. Brief to a real point.

    AC

  • Karen Gross on Jan 31, 2009

    The only alternative to growing old is to die young – which means getting that new body sooner and seeing God sooner, but if He doesn’t mind, I think I”ll stick with this life despite the aches and pains for a little longer. At least we can commiserate together!

  • Betty Carew on Jan 31, 2009

    Lovely poem Sharona and so very true

  • Joni Keith on Jan 31, 2009

    Youth is wasted on the young, or so they say. Great stuff here.

  • Ruby Hawk on Jan 31, 2009

    I can testify to the truth of your poem. You must get up every morning with a cheerful face and get out there and have fun. Do what you enjoy and have a sense of humor.

  • Will Gray on Jan 31, 2009

    How so very true!

  • QuinMonty86 on Jan 31, 2009

    Amen Sister

  • Inna Tysoe on Jan 31, 2009

    That’s a great poem.

    Thanks,

    Inna

  • nesita on Jan 31, 2009

    no truer words have been spoken.

  • Carolyn Ann Aish on Jan 31, 2009

    The best I can do as I grow older is to keep fit in both body and mind – the latter being the most important for if we care for our MIND – the body then takes its directions and keeps fit by command!

  • Darren Goad on Jan 31, 2009

    they never tell you this when you’re young. Waking up trying to figure out why your feet are hurting before they touch the floor… it really isn’t fair. Thing is, Mentally I feel 26. Wish my body did.

  • Parish Loveless on Jan 31, 2009

    Very nice piece . . . I can see how it must all continue to grow towards what you are expressing . . .

  • Gayle Hamilton on Jan 31, 2009

    Staying fit in body and mind is the best thing we can do for ourselves..thank you for shareing your thoughts.

  • hfj on Jan 31, 2009

    A nice poem with good flow. Age plays a cruel trick on all of us that we are not fully prepared for. I guess we should just be thankful for each day we get to live, especially after you hit the big five-o. Well done.

  • Lauren Axelrod on Jan 31, 2009

    I feel this already, but I am still in my prime. I think! lol

  • Tusaani on Jan 31, 2009

    Great flow!

  • Clay Hurtubise on Jan 31, 2009

    Who can complain of getting old when so many young die everyday?
    Did I mention my feet hurt? :)
    Thanks,
    Clay

  • S A JOHNSON on Jan 31, 2009

    Yeah when I was 18 some of my friends at the time promised each other that they would OD some time between 35 and 40 so that they wouldn’t get old.

  • Debra. on Jan 31, 2009

    Everybody’s so lucky! My feet and my back hurt. :(

    Nice poem, Sharona.

  • rutherfranc on Jan 31, 2009

    now, the comments are scaring me… nice reminder that we will soon be the same Sharona.

  • nutuba on Jan 31, 2009

    You got that right! Nice job, well written!

  • Denise Kawaii on Feb 1, 2009

    Growing old is equally sad, and happy. I love the accomplished feeling I have when I look back over my experiences, but feel sad when I see new gray hairs and wrinkles!

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