Aging Poems
Shoo
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a competent, happy housewife, but that was before my husband died,
Leaving me to rear myriad children solo, as the lone star twinkles with pride.
John had left us a prosperous farm, with a lovely home, shaped like a shoe;
And our older children did farm work daily, as they'd ever been wont to do.
My older children were reliable and steadfast, since they were nearly grown;
But, my young ones often got in mischief, and my eldest didn't live at home.
Although I loved my children dearly, they did ofttimes, seem to be in my hair.
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Ageing
by Ruth Fainlight
Since early middle-age
(say around forty)
I've been writing about ageing,
poems in many registers:
fearful, enraged or accepting
as I moved through the decades.
Now that I'm really old
there seems little left to say.
Pointless to bewail
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Poems about Age, Aging, and Getting Old
by Michael R. Burch
Learning to Fly
by Michael R. Burch
We are learning to fly
every day . . .
learning to fly—
away, away . . .
O, love is not in the ephemeral flight,
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On Aging
by Maya Angelou
When you see me sitting quietly,
Like a sack left on the shelf,
Don’t think I need your chattering.
I’m listening to myself.
Hold! Stop! Don’t pity me!
Hold! Stop your sympathy!
Understanding if you got it,
Otherwise I’ll do without it!
When my bones are stiff and aching,
And my feet won’t climb the stair,
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Peacock (pls give feedback for improvement)
by axox axox
One must understand the peacock
Graceful and elegant
Powerful enough to give a shock
You must understand what your soul wants
Your jade isn’t enough
Only in experiences, you’ll find luck
One must be tough
Then realization might struck
May Eos come your way
Those blessed with the third eye can see
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Saturday Afternoon
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Fervent redbirds began to croon,
As onyx shadows danced in tune,
Idle afternoon of peacock plumes,
amid greenness and floral fumes.
Saffron sunshine forever resumes,
with memories of pale, pink moon.
Gardener's pride, flowers maroon,
seeking the usual golden fortune,
under skies of lost purple balloon,
and mystery clouds, leaving soon.
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Shoo
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a competent, happy housewife, but that was before my husband died,
Leaving me to rear myriad children solo, as the lone star twinkles with pride.
John had left us a prosperous farm, with a lovely home, shaped like a shoe;
And our older children did farm work daily, as they'd ever been wont to do.
My older children were reliable and steadfast, since they were nearly grown;
But, my young ones often got in mischief, and my eldest didn't live at home.
Although I loved my children dearly, they did ofttimes, seem to be in my hair.
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The Hope of Young Love
by Angel Wilson
I hope we’re one of those couples.
Who stays in love their whole lives
Those couples who slow dance in the kitchen,
Those couples whose love derives,
From honesty and patience,
compromise and trust.
Those couples who laugh and joke,
Even when they’re full of crust
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Grow old with me my love
by Baramundi Roy
Grow old with me my lovely lass, I pray,
and let us hold hands as we walk life’s way,
embracing together the passage of time,
for I’ll always be yours and you’ll be mine.
You are the very darling of my heart
and I feel so lost when we are apart.
Even when death comes it will never divide,
for I know you’ll always be at my side.
Poems about Age, Aging, and Getting Old
by Michael R. Burch
Learning to Fly
by Michael R. Burch
We are learning to fly
every day . . .
learning to fly—
away, away . . .
O, love is not in the ephemeral flight,
......
