Age Poem by Babatunde Aremu
Age
This age of a thing
Full of wisdom and experience
Year after year,
Day after day
We celebrate our aging
Yet, age is mysterious to me
No matter who you are
It keeps increasing
Creeping in like a snail
Its pace is unnoticed
Yet its visible to all
With gradual changes
Smooth and fresh outlook
Soon become wrinkled
Shinning black, blonde hairs
Start to bald or grey
Those standing features
Are dropped or fattened
Straight legs are concaved
As the spines become weak and bend
We're supported with walking sticks
Or wheeled about by others
As we advance in age daily
We are oblivious of the reality
That eternity is near
Where we age no more
age is the main theme of this poem, fleeting time does not excuse any one, and eventually we become aged, it is unwanted yet we have to obey the rule of this universe, well- written poem thanks for sharing, if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your comments.
Thought proving poem indeed, truth written all over it, good1,10, I invite you to read and write mine
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4/24/2024 6:03:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow! An excellent description of aging, Babatunde! You have described the truth of getting old so explicitly and yet defining it with a certain tactfulness without blurring the truth of it. Totally love this poem and your honesty. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn