My age is getting up there.
Middle age is knocking on my door.
They say I shouldn't worry...
I'm only thirty four.
I'm noticing the wrinkles.
I sense that double chin
is creeping right up on me.
Fight gravity? ? I can't win!
I use to feel so youthful.
I thought I'd never age.
Back then I planted flowers.
Today I'm growing sage.
Sometimes I forget my own age.
It's not that I contrive.
Like when I wrote my bio here
I SAID I'M THIRTY FIVE! !
Is that a sign of old-age?
I'm sorry, Mary, I just cannot sympathize with a 34-year old complaining of old age.
Mary I agree with poetry hound, how can you think you are getting old when you are so talented. I am 62 and I still feel the same as I have always done apart from a few odd creaky bones. Loveing life, and every thing that it can give. It's so presious I call life my 'Gem' a gem make chip or scrach, and it could be as old as time it self Yet when it's polished up, It shows it grade in caret, s.
Mary, you may be growing older but your poetry will never get old. Great as usual. Brian
TAKE IT FROM AN ABSTRACT SENSE...TIS JUST #'s...they don't make us ...we made them up...so in the scheme of things we can be any # we feel! I LIKE THIS PIECE...NEVER TACKLED AGE, YET.....AAAH, IM TOO OLD TO START NOW! LOL! ''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK
TAKE IT FROM AN ABSTRACT SENSE...TIS JUST #'s...they don't make us ...we made them up...so in the scheme of things we can be any # we feel! I LIKE THIS PIECE...NEVER TACKLED AGE, YET.....AAAH, IM TOO OLD TO START NOW! LOL! ''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK
Back then I planted flowers Today I'm growing sage Sums it up glowingly. Both are lovely.
love the poem..one thing to correct though..it's 'used to' not 'use to'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ahh, Mary...dang...this is just perfect...excellent...you nailed this to a tee...right on...I wrote a poem that is on my page here on this site called 'Life Begins At Fifty'...I would be delighted if you could take a look at it and tell me what you think... Lare