Just Growing Old Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

Just Growing Old



Just growing old
not knowing
just how old
age does not matter
and Time minds its own business
inside the body
bones, cartilages, and muscles
they reconnoitre the mind
vice versa
almost all the time
body and mind inseparable
mind knows when body hurts
body tells mind
to err is not human
both wish youth
to stay young
let heart and limbs
be indefinable
be indefatigable
let every action purports
its moment
like an insignia
this is what defines
the age in you
the age in me
the age in all of us.

Monday, October 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: aging
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Just growing old is indeed a challenge. Some people like to think you're up the hill, over the hill or going down hill. Especially when you wish to celebrate your birthday.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM

A powerfully penned perspective on old age that is both creative and compelling!

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