Too Old! Poem by Deanna Samuels

You're too old!
Too old to do the job!
Little matter how much sold
Let go: go home, have a silent sob

What is too old?
When is it passed someone's prime
Never wanting to be put out into the cold
Only when it really feels it is the right time

What is it that they have against the old
Are they so eager to step in, to replace
How many are really ready to leave the fold
A few perhaps, may think on it, then embrace

Most not prepared to being too old
Never feeling those many years roll by
Still fit and active as ever - so have been told
Though hide the odd ache and pain with silent sigh

Deep in the mind, that thought of growing old
But not yet - still have lots of up and go
Plenty of time to make a mark and be more bold
Though others pushing at the heels - getting too slow

Knowledge and experience, reward of being old
Years of living, knowing rights from wrong
Youngsters unimpressed for life long words of gold
Why not retire? a benefit? pen a glorious swansong

Now comes along the new life to beat that niggling word old
Every opportunity to live life with great meaning, with thought
Time for travel, grandchildren, hobbies; interests kept on hold
No longer seen as aged but an energetic juggernaut!

Written at Courtice, Ontario - 15th March 2021