Poem: Aging
65
The slightly deaf
Ringing ears itch,
The gray, slightly
Dim eyes blur and water,
The feet ache.
The hair fades and balds,
The joints stiffen.
The nose is ripped,
The lungs ooze
Dread inches closer,
And yet:
The world stirs and beckons to
One more blue day,
One more glass of fine wine,
One last embrace,
One startled birdsong,
One green vision,
One more raid on the unspeakable.
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I'm glad you are aging gracefully!
Hey, not one, but much more than one ;) I like your poem, thanks ;)
glad you liked it.....
Good one, hope to see more great poems. Cheer.
I like this one too. Just thought I'd pay a visit. You're not publishing much these days. Poet's bloc or just plain busy?
Hi Donna, Thanks for stopping by. Maybe just some combination of the two. Haven't felt inspired.
You know you're growing old when your friends are writing poems about growing old. BTW my first album was Rolling Stones Now! Favorite song: Heart of Stone; loved the bluesy guitar riff!
Csebooks, I will try not to write another one.
Ralph Deeds Level 6 Commenter 4 years ago
It's not all that bad!