Poems About Aging Published by Members Recently Online
#aging
Abscent Pictures
Many frames are empty
memories seem to disappear
not much more to create
isolation is what I fear
Journey decades back
this wasn't the case
family and friends fulfilled my life
was in a much happier place
Now I'm old & tired
watching the days move by
not much more to live for
passing the time, waiting to die
memories seem to disappear
not much more to create
isolation is what I fear
Journey decades back
this wasn't the case
family and friends fulfilled my life
was in a much happier place
Now I'm old & tired
watching the days move by
not much more to live for
passing the time, waiting to die
#sadness
#loneliness
#rhyming
#LifeCycle
#aging
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Abscent Pictures
Many frames are empty
memories seem to disappear
not much more to create
isolation is what I fear
Journey decades back
this wasn't the case
family and friends fulfilled my life
was in a much happier place
Now I'm old & tired
watching the days move by
not much more to live for
passing the time, waiting to die
memories seem to disappear
not much more to create
isolation is what I fear
Journey decades back
this wasn't the case
family and friends fulfilled my life
was in a much happier place
Now I'm old & tired
watching the days move by
not much more to live for
passing the time, waiting to die
#sadness
#loneliness
#rhyming
#LifeCycle
#aging
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On My Mother Turning 30 in 1957
My mother ended
her 29th year tra-la-la-ing
on feckless gams
smack dab into the brick wall
of the big three-oh--
old at thirty? What fool
told her that?
Each night the laying on of hands,
the transsubstantiation
of Pond's Beauty Cream:
Hail, Lois, full of grease,
the lard is with you
backed by a money-back guarantee.
I remember how she wept
gathering...
her 29th year tra-la-la-ing
on feckless gams
smack dab into the brick wall
of the big three-oh--
old at thirty? What fool
told her that?
Each night the laying on of hands,
the transsubstantiation
of Pond's Beauty Cream:
Hail, Lois, full of grease,
the lard is with you
backed by a money-back guarantee.
I remember how she wept
gathering...
#motherhood
#childhood
#aging
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On My Mother Turning 30 in 1957
My mother ended
her 29th year tra-la-la-ing
on feckless gams
smack dab into the brick wall
of the big three-oh--
old at thirty? What fool
told her that?
Each night the laying on of hands,
the transsubstantiation
of Pond's Beauty Cream:
Hail, Lois, full of grease,
the lard is with you
backed by a money-back guarantee.
I remember how she wept
gathering...
her 29th year tra-la-la-ing
on feckless gams
smack dab into the brick wall
of the big three-oh--
old at thirty? What fool
told her that?
Each night the laying on of hands,
the transsubstantiation
of Pond's Beauty Cream:
Hail, Lois, full of grease,
the lard is with you
backed by a money-back guarantee.
I remember how she wept
gathering...
#motherhood
#childhood
#aging
86 reads
8 Comments
On My Mother Turning 30 in 1957
My mother ended
her 29th year tra-la-la-ing
on feckless gams
smack dab into the brick wall
of the big three-oh--
old at thirty? What fool
told her that?
Each night the laying on of hands,
the transsubstantiation
of Pond's Beauty Cream:
Hail, Lois, full of grease,
the lard is with you
backed by a money-back guarantee.
I remember how she wept
gathering...
her 29th year tra-la-la-ing
on feckless gams
smack dab into the brick wall
of the big three-oh--
old at thirty? What fool
told her that?
Each night the laying on of hands,
the transsubstantiation
of Pond's Beauty Cream:
Hail, Lois, full of grease,
the lard is with you
backed by a money-back guarantee.
I remember how she wept
gathering...
#motherhood
#childhood
#aging
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Youngest
There was never a medal
for simply keeping up.
That much was expected.
What was not expected
was for me to have
thoughts
an opinion
a say.
There's so much catching up to do...
for simply keeping up.
That much was expected.
What was not expected
was for me to have
thoughts
an opinion
a say.
There's so much catching up to do...
#childhood
#family
#aging #SelfWorth
#aging #SelfWorth
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Youngest
There was never a medal
for simply keeping up.
That much was expected.
What was not expected
was for me to have
thoughts
an opinion
a say.
There's so much catching up to do...
for simply keeping up.
That much was expected.
What was not expected
was for me to have
thoughts
an opinion
a say.
There's so much catching up to do...
#childhood
#family
#aging #SelfWorth
#aging #SelfWorth
358 reads
8 Comments
Youngest
There was never a medal
for simply keeping up.
That much was expected.
What was not expected
was for me to have
thoughts
an opinion
a say.
There's so much catching up to do...
for simply keeping up.
That much was expected.
What was not expected
was for me to have
thoughts
an opinion
a say.
There's so much catching up to do...
#childhood
#family
#aging #SelfWorth
#aging #SelfWorth
358 reads
8 Comments
Youngest
There was never a medal
for simply keeping up.
That much was expected.
What was not expected
was for me to have
thoughts
an opinion
a say.
There's so much catching up to do...
for simply keeping up.
That much was expected.
What was not expected
was for me to have
thoughts
an opinion
a say.
There's so much catching up to do...
#childhood
#family
#aging #SelfWorth
#aging #SelfWorth
358 reads
8 Comments
Waning
Too soon
we find
the aches in
our joints
begin
to echo
the ones
in our hearts
we find
the aches in
our joints
begin
to echo
the ones
in our hearts
#sadness
#hope
#aging
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3 Comments
Waning
Too soon
we find
the aches in
our joints
begin
to echo
the ones
in our hearts
we find
the aches in
our joints
begin
to echo
the ones
in our hearts
#sadness
#hope
#aging
77 reads
3 Comments
Waning
Too soon
we find
the aches in
our joints
begin
to echo
the ones
in our hearts
we find
the aches in
our joints
begin
to echo
the ones
in our hearts
#sadness
#hope
#aging
77 reads
3 Comments
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