On Growing Old Poem by Noel Horlanda
On Growing Old
Wiser now, ready to mount,
Draws sword, charges forward,
Marches in tantrum, nev'r look backward,
Aging cannot daunt
Age syndrome I could feel by n' by
Mirror reflection I could see,
Tiger in me no more nor rumbling sea
Does this mean goodbye?
Surely these are symptoms
Once flawless skin cracks dry, cramble,
Dr Alzheimer starts to come in, mumble
This life doom...
Cognitive ability weakens
Memory lost in oblivion,
Imagery disappears in vision,
It's time to awaken...
Bright heavens faded
Familiar faces, prints illegible,
Eagle's eye disabled,
White opaque blockaded
The flesh weak, spirit strong
To make love unbearable,
Of bearing offsprings insufferable,
Agony prolonged...
Comes inevitable dawn, tender
Life's regrets aren't accepted
Winner, losers not rejected
Retreat or surrender?
Having grey, white hair
Sign of strength, wisdom,
Apostle of judicious kingdom,
Chosen as God's heir
Behold! Like a thief in the night
Darkness comes in, so warm,
Some peace, no alarm
Ol' man's eye oh....closes tight
this has reality..expressions are of real happenings, , everybody will reach that stage, , ''being old''...smart and nice piece..
Wiser now, ready to mount, Draws sword, charges forward, Marches in tantrum, nev'r look backward, Aging cannot be daunt ------- hahaha with your poem i am not afraid to grow old...................10++++++++
A vivid and factual description of what the old age is like! What a graceful writing with so many metaphors and beauty, I really loved it.Deserves 10+
Alzheimers are happier than us…..as knowledgeless about good or bad….. What will come well … we can’t help… Poetically we can write in giga bytes… to siphon out some solace.. and you’ve done that. Ten++ Ms. Nivedita UK Cordially invite to read and comment on Lingerie-IG* Enigmatic Navel or other poems niv
Wiser now, ready to mount, Draws sword, charges forward, Marches in tantrum, nev'r look backward, Aging cannot daunt.........marches in tantru, and never look backward and age can't count... so this is philosophical message for not feeling age and remain active throught out the life... this is precious slogan and one must follow it.. beautiful verse... so powerrfull message.....10 read mine is an old age curse? ? ? ? oh, dear daughter
beautiful expressions and well crafted words gracious write.........
well, we have no choice but move forward. We will just go old gracefully. Anyway, we had the best times in our younger days, living and loving to the fullness. What can we ask for? LOL.. This is a real, wake up call or, say..a powerful message...
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4/26/2024 2:45:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely piece, poignant too with excellent imagery...