Eugene Levich


Old - Poem by Eugene Levich

I am old.
All my old friends are old.
We awake each morning with new ailments...
If we awake at all.
We slide down a slope
on which there is no hope.

Topic(s) of this poem: depression, friendship, old age


Comments about Old by Eugene Levich

  • Bharati Nayak (9/15/2016 8:00:00 PM)


    I like this poem and also liked Bri Edward's comment on it.Old age is hard reality of life.- - - - -

    I am old.
    All my old friends are old.
    We awake each morning with new ailments...
    If we awake at all.
    We slide down a slope
    on which there is no hope.

    I agree with Bri that it ain't snow and all fun if we are lucky to have some one who will wheel our chairs into the sun.
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    Eugene Levich Eugene Levich (9/16/2016 11:42:00 AM)

    Thank you for commenting on Old Age. I'm even older now than when I wrote it!

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  • Bri Edwards (9/12/2016 11:23:00 PM)


    I am old. .................................................'funny thing', how that...happens.
    All my old friends are old. ..............for some [in diapers] their...crap ends.

    We awake each morning with new ailments... and some which AREN'T new.....,
    If we awake at all. ...........................It's time to take pills, quite a damn few.

    We slide down a slope ................................and it ain't snow and all fun....
    on which there is no hope. If lucky, someone will wheel our chairs into the sun.

    so much to look forward to! ! ! !


    :) bri

    how's S. California? ? ?
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 17, 2016



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