The Joys Of Getting Old Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

The Joys Of Getting Old

Rating: 5.0

Old age is a must for all of us,
But with it brings aches and pains,
My prescription list's getting longer,
And my stamina's gone down the drain,
I'd love to run a marathon,
But I don't think I'd make it half way,
Filling up my pill box,
Is the highlight of my day,
Where has all my energy gone?
I struggle to get out of bed,
I search everywhere for my spectacles,
When they're perched on the top of my head!
Oh to be young!
To run in the sun,
With the wind in my hair, wild and free,
All that has changed,
With the joys of old age,
It's a rise and recliner for me!

Jayne Louise Davies

David Wood 04 February 2022

I never grow old as I've been 35 years old for many years now! ! I walk, can run (if I have to) , cycle, have weights at home, do Shaolin qigong and yoga. Every little helps, as they say!

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Jayne Davies 04 February 2022

Well done David x

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Kim Barney 06 February 2022

I'm old, but, oh, boy! It brings me no joy! ... Actually, I'm not that bad off. I can't run every day like Robert does, though [bad knees, hips and ankles].

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Jayne Davies 07 February 2022

It' me with a vengeance Kim, but hey ho I still plod along! x

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Michael J Williams 15 April 2023

I definately relate to this poem!

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Bri Edwards 11 April 2023

for an OLD gal, your poem is pretty good. bri : ) 3 stars .....ok,3 1/2 yes, there's some humour/humor in this one. bri

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Bri Edwards 11 April 2023

line 2: 'come' instead of 'brings'? ? ?

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Jayne Louise Davies 11 April 2023

Think I prefer my way sorry Bri : )

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Bri Edwards 11 April 2023

'come' aches and pains

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Bri Edwards 11 April 2023

line 2: how about

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Jayne Louise Davies

Jayne Louise Davies

Abercynon, Rhondda Cynon Taff
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