Growing Old Poem by Savita Tyagi

Growing Old

Rating: 5.0


Growing old either one shouts
To make others listen
Or one mumbles to oneself
Cares not if one is heard.
Or sits in silence to enjoy
The beauty of gorgeous dawn
And husky sunsets,
While all the commotion of the world
Slowly drowns in wild whimsical breeze.
12.28.2022

Thursday, December 29, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: being old
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 22 January 2023

may I sit in silence and enjoy! ! ! ! --extraordinary piece of writing--both lovely and wise--top marks and faved

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Susan Williams 31 January 2023

returned to read this poem again and drink its beautiful compassionate truths

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While all the commotion of the world drowns in wild whimsical breeze it is blissful to watch the beauty of gorgeous dawn and husky sunsets. Quite beautiful

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Bri Edwards 17 February 2023

I WAS enjoying 'sitting in silence' ten minutes ago, but then my wife said my browser was on her PC screen, so I dragged myself over here to get back to your poem. bri ;)

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Bri Edwards 17 February 2023

Now, if only ALL people could have a 'pleasant' and peaceful death, and leave no chores behind for others to finish, EXCEPT the counting of the piles of money left behind and the ice cream in the freezer.

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Bri Edwards 17 February 2023

five stars bri ;)

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Bri Edwards 17 February 2023

I like the whole poem but especially liked 'husky sunsets'.

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