Growing Old(Poem)
Growing Old
Someday I'll be old,
Growing cold.
Owner of riches and gold.
No one to hold.
Unable to hear what people told.
So weak, cant't even make a paper fold.
Sitting on a bench with a stick to hold.
Someday I'll be old,
Growing cold.
Comments
Awww, cute but sad. We'll all grow old someday, may we still find humor in life and at least acknowledge it, like so. I like this poem!
This is a good poem. Thanks for sharing.
Well written, growing old is a beautiful feeling....every phase of life is a little bit of sweet, salty and tangy!!! Embracing all of it makes life beautiful.
You tell this story well, but i do not want to be old like this. I want to enjoy it all...even if i have a stick or cannot hear people well...i will be smiling.
I remember a poem I once read with the lines "Let me grow lovely as I grow old". Growing old may have its challenges, however, it has many things to celebrate. Your poem does express the hopelessness of this final stage of their lives well.
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I understand you and thank you for your comment. As a very young writing enthusiast i tried expressing those feeling of hopelessness in old people who are at their last stage of life, crippled with diseases and weakness.
We all grow old Aakash, but look for the positives and make the most of every day of life. It doesn’t have to be depressing like your poem describes. You did capture that feeling of hopelessness well, however.
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