Aging To Perfection Poem by Jim Yerman

Aging To Perfection



She crawled into my lap…We were sharing the same space
when she rubbed her tiny fingers across the wrinkles on my face.

"Why do people grow old? " she asked.
"Will I ever be as old as you? "
She put her little hand in mine…
"Will I have wrinkles too? "

Growing old is a gift, I said…I wouldn't be too concerned,
for every day you grow a little older…
is a chance to live…
to love…
to learn.

Our world is filled with many miracles…some are big and some are small
With so many miracles out there…we need time to see them all.

That tree you love to climb out back is as old as it is long.
If it wasn't old you couldn't climb it…
because it's branches wouldn't be strong.

And the bark you love to feel…means it's growing old gracefully
for the bark is nothing more…than the wrinkles of the tree.

As you grow older don't be afraid of wrinkles…
Be glad you've acquired some,
for wrinkles only go to show
how wise you have become.

Don't ever worry about growing old, I said…
Grow old with some affection.
And don't think of it as growing old…
think of it as aging to perfection.

Thursday, March 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: growing old
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Glen Kappy 24 March 2017

Jim, As your poem Parenthood showed up as a New Poem in PH, i read it and have now read several of your new poems. I respond to this one because I wonder if the little girl is your granddaughter, because our granddaughter, now six and in kindergarten, is a big part of our lives. One of the things I notice about ours is that physical appearance isn't that important to her. When she's talked to us about the boys she likes, the supreme quality is that he's nice. On your poems in general, I like your spirit as it comes through. You have skill in rhyming and meter which i think lends itself to humor- which show through in this poem. Are you familiar with Ogden Nash? I'm glad to have discovered you on PH and anticipate reading more of your stuff. For another take on aging, you might check out my poem Aging as Ascent. On granddaughters, you might like my Imprinting: The Birth of Nova and Dream Debut. All the best to you. Glen Kappy

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