Growing old.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

This poem is about all those who are in late mid-life, trying to understand and cope with their past, present and future.

 

 

 

 

\"Growing


 

 

 

Growing old, grey in the hairA

but walking tall, in top gear

and sits comfortable

in his favorite chair.

 

Once very unrelenting

very uncompromising,

now a little, mellow

ready to share.

 

Lanky still and active

but not as one want to believe,

needing more rest

and more care

 

Gone are the best years

happy greetings and cheers,

now feeling a little fear

and slight despair.


Unable to slowdown

never ready to go down

living still in the past

future unprepared.

 

Always now complaining

of the courage, declining

of the young lazy ones

with no heart to dare.

 

Talking of his younger times

when he was the central flame

of all the beautiful dames

with the hairiest tale to bare.

 

Searching here and there

with piercing stare

trying to still locate

romance in the air.

by

Rahbar.

 

 

 

 

 


Submitted: June 15, 2008

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rahbar1

Hello bubbly, its a fact of life, but some people try to
fight it...but at the same time there is some positive side to it too. thanks for your comment.

Rahbar.

Mon, June 23rd, 2008 5:57pm

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