Getting Old... Jan 23rd,2013 - Poem by James Bredin
GETTING OLD …Jan 23rd 2013
When did I suddenly get very old and gray?
Was it yesterday, the day before or earlier today?
Is that me in the mirror or some other bearded old guy?
How soon will it be before he has to die and say goodbye?
Is that my grandsons or granddaughters making all that sound?
They look quite big now and how many are playing around?
Wonder what they think of their granddad so old and gray?
How long will it be before he's not around any day?
I would like to be able to plan my exit from this earth,
Although I realize that this is a subject without much mirth,
And death-with-dignity is a subject that no one wants to discuss,
As though they will never even get sick or die - not like us.
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