On Aging Poem by Maya Angelou
On Aging
When you see me sitting quietly,
Like a sack left on the shelf,
Don’t think I need your chattering.
I’m listening to myself.
Hold! Stop! Don’t pity me!
Hold! Stop your sympathy!
Understanding if you got it,
Otherwise I’ll do without it!
When my bones are stiff and aching,
And my feet won’t climb the stair,
I will only ask one favor:
Don’t bring me no rocking chair.
When you see me walking, stumbling,
Don’t study and get it wrong.
‘Cause tired don’t mean lazy
And every goodbye ain’t gone.
I’m the same person I was back then,
A little less hair, a little less chin,
A lot less lungs and much less wind.
But ain’t I lucky I can still breathe in.
The poetess has beautifully described the mettle of an elderly person who refuses to get overwhelmed by old-age...
Even if one is aged his spirit of life is still there and his visions of world is also important. Here the great poetess briefly in the poem describes the aging situation and it felt as so great.
You have to be fortunate to reach old age. Well concluded: But ain’t I lucky I can still breathe in.
beautifully etched personal dignity irrespective of age and condition .. all values and traits remaining kept!
A beautiful poem about aging and embracing all that comes with it. Letting the world know there is no need for society to show sympathy to the elderly just because they have aged. It rather persuades to acknowledge how much a gift it is to be old and still breathing
Aging is an essential element of life but it does change the outlook of those around us. The poem reflects upon these behavioral changes- very humane and just. Thanks.
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12/2/2024 12:36:40 PM # 1.0.0
The aged still have pride- that young person who ran and jumped and danced and loved is still there- right behind their eyes so give them the respect of their years