David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,598 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Old Age - Poem by David McLansky

There is less shame now as she helps me to my bed;
She props me up as my legs go dead;
My dexterity of step has nimbly fled;
Old age has sapped my strength despite my cautious tread;

Once without thought bed rest restored;
I’d fall asleep without my mind absorbed;
Refreshed, I would rise,
Slightly bored;
Now I watch the clock, an exhausting chore.

I have the strength to chart my own decline
Although I’m no longer agile in my mind;
I’m wise enough to know I’m running out of time,
And there is no point in seeking a warmer clime;

I’ll roll up to a stairway with despair;
Mountains I’ll traverse with those who care;
My Old Lady is amply prepared,
As I go blind and dully drool and stare

Topic(s) of this poem: old age


Comments about Old Age by David McLansky

  • Kelly Kurt (3/28/2015 9:56:00 PM)


    Getting old sucks.: -) Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 28, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 28, 2015


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