Wednesday, 9 June 2010

DAILY POEM "OLD AGE



Why do we grow old and vain?
complain about the economy
mumble about the rain?
suffer from sore joints
hardly get around
trying not to stumble
toiling to hear some sounds.

Running after children
bailing out our kids
vacuuming the lino
finding pots without their lids!
having to mind the steps
just in case you fall
memories so vivid
sometimes hard to recall.



Standing in line
for money we are due
worried what's on the tele
sometimes feeling blue!
sleeping every moment
you sit down on a chair
wondering why your old
and do people really care!

Chatting to the neighbours
having tea all day
hoping even at your age
you still have things to say!
Old age has its good points
I can name a few
sophistication and elegance
the ability to chew.

Honour and respect
are ultimately yours
playing with your grandchildren
going on tours
educating young folks
giving them a chance
playing them old records
showing them how to dance.

Alas this is something we cannot control, imagine being old, imagine being dependant on people when you did everything for yourself, imagine how a once proud person is no longer proud...

Do you dread getting old? do you think your family will look after you?



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