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Growing Old |
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theLadypoet Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 97Or USA |
GROWING OLD I stand frozen in the darkness as I stare into my mirror, barely able to believe it… my old age is near. See those wrinkles, see each scar, and shadow and dent. Please someone, tell me where my years of living went. No pleasure is there for me in platitudes about Golden years. It’s real and it’s here with all its agonies and tears. How sad she is, old woman whose years have passed her by. She refuses to tint her hair or tell a little white lie. It’s right there in the face that used to be pretty and unlined. Live your life before your days are trinkets you can’t find. "A woman is like a tea bag, you never know how strong she is until she gets in hot water..." Eleanor Rooevelt |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
I understand this, and you said it well. I am reading a book right now about dealing with getting older and appreciating our new selves. It's hard, isn't it. Very touching poem. Sandra |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Ah, the last two lines....clinched it! wonderful write! |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
I think everyone is concerned about their latter years of life. It seems so unfair that we have to get so wrinkled and imobile but there's nothing we can do about it so I say go on into those years with a good attitude and you'll find yourself enjoying them more. My Grandmother was still dancing with us young kids when she was 75 years old. She had a great outlook on life and never stopped being keen. Unfortunately that horrible disease called cancer took her away about 18 yrs ago. So I say make the best of it because you have no choice! Great thought provoking poem!! The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up |
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inot2B Member Elite
since 2000-09-18
Posts 2205Arkansas |
There comes a day when we have to face that mirror. Strange when I looked in I saw my grandmother's face looking back. all its agonies and tears. How true, how true!! |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Excellent advice!! We often don't realize the opportunities we have been given in life until it is too late to enjoy them. The mirror never lies. We only lie to ourselves. Well done. All writing comes |
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2dalimit Member Elite
since 2000-02-08
Posts 2228Mississippi coast |
Good one. My wife says that I can't hide the gray any longer, if she can't keep up, either. Melton |
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Rodney Belcher Member
since 2000-06-06
Posts 227Taylor, Michigan |
growing old is an honor...look at your wrinkles as "badges of honor"...and anyone that judges you harshly for your age should be so lucky to live as long and to experience and give back to life as you...and I, for one, find beauty in experience  Love one another-let God do the worrying, |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
LadyPoet~ I've grown accustomed to the wrinkles that Mother Nature sprinkles Across the avenue of grace with the mapping on my face My kids say that it's neat when they see where my 'crow's feet' Have walked many a mile 'cross many a smile ! *Just couldn't resist the temptation of inspiration. Thanks for this write. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
the miror reflects my mother's worn face lines of love of grace shalom "I am not now that which I have been." |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Oh, this is so very true. Perfectly stated theLadyPoet, with clarity and poignancy. I've been struggling with this myself, and you've summarized it perfectly, well done.  Best wishes, /Kit |
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snowpants Member Elite
since 2000-09-16
Posts 2061KS |
Wonderful write of inner strength...I like this a lot! Great work... sp  I hopelessly, helplessly, wonder why |
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