John Carter Brown


Gettin' Old - Poem by John Carter Brown

It doesn't seem right
When you think of it cold,
All this creaking of bones
That they call growing old.

When you're getting short-sighted
And find you need spec's,
And your memory's so bad
You don't know what comes next.

All this sagging of flesh
And this hair going grey,
All this walking with sticks,
I can hear myself say
'If the clock could be turned
I would turn it today' ...
But I know that it can't
So it's back to the fray!

(Written April 1994)


Comments about Gettin' Old by John Carter Brown

  • (3/4/2013 10:02:00 AM)


    Nice poem John and it made me laugh. (Report) Reply

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  • (11/22/2012 7:49:00 PM)


    How very well said! Good job. (Report) Reply

  • (10/3/2012 3:12:00 PM)


    We all need magic tablets to keep us young, turn that ol' clock back, lift our wrinkles and cure our ills especially if he gov't wants us to work forever, go to work on our zimmers. (Report) Reply

  • (9/19/2012 1:13:00 PM)


    You made me chuckle andI I needed that. A well penned write, You have a way with rhyme, which I
    like. I hope you will read my A Candid View On Aging
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 28, 2012



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