Gettin' Old Poem by John Carter Brown

Gettin' Old

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It doesn't seem right
When you think of it cold,
All this creaking of bones
That they call growing old.

When you're getting short-sighted
And find you need spec's,
And your memory's so bad
You don't know what comes next.

All this sagging of flesh
And this hair going grey,
All this walking with sticks,
I can hear myself say
'If the clock could be turned
I would turn it today' ...
But I know that it can't
So it's back to the fray!

(Written April 1994)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mary Forrester 04 March 2013

Nice poem John and it made me laugh.

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Smoky Hoss 22 November 2012

How very well said! Good job.

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Ruth Walters 03 October 2012

We all need magic tablets to keep us young, turn that ol' clock back, lift our wrinkles and cure our ills especially if he gov't wants us to work forever, go to work on our zimmers.

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Joseph Anderson 19 September 2012

You made me chuckle andI I needed that. A well penned write, You have a way with rhyme, which I like. I hope you will read my A Candid View On Aging

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