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

Lynne Samuel from Malaysia on December 01, 2019:

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!

Luis G Asuncion from City of San Jose Del Monte, Bulacan, Philippines on November 26, 2019:

This is a good poem. Thanks for sharing.

Anita Barman on November 23, 2019:

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.

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on November 21, 2019:

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.

Lorna Lamon on November 19, 2019:

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.

Aakash Barman (author) from Puducherry on November 18, 2019:

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.

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on November 18, 2019:

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.