Getting Older Poem by Richard Wlodarski

Getting Older

Rating: 5.0


In that night
When I awaken
After sweat-filled...
Diapers soaked

I cry and try
To remember
When I was little
Younger...now older

In the morning
Of the igniting
I start up
Fired to the soul

In the evening
Of the beckoning
Awakening
To heart-breaking...


Tears
Falling from the soul
Remembering
Once ago



Richard Wlodarski April 2016

Sunday, November 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: depression,hope,memory,mind,old,old age ,sadness,youth
COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Aging is a rough reality that makes us aware of our mortality!

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Richard Wlodarski 26 December 2016

So true, Howard. That's why, just like in poetry, every word, and every act, must count. Thanks for reading and rating. Greatly appreciated.

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