Age Knocked On My Door Poem by Donna Saphier

Age Knocked On My Door



My head is in a real bad state
My memory is running late
I feel like I am going mad
My eyesight now is really bad
My teeth have now come to an end
Impossible to ever mend
My confidence has been destroyed
Through all the things I once enjoyed
My body's slowly packing up
I'm full of broken veins
My bones which now need oiling
Are filled with aches and pains
Gravity has got a grip
The lines are clearly showing
Tash and beard have just appeared
Facial hair is growing
My hair is thin
My eyes are dim
My ears no longer hear
It's time to face reality
Old age is finally here
All I seem to do these days
Is sit and watch the telly
Which makes it easy to explain
This rather fat round belly
My body's slowly dying
Still I try to look my best
There ain't no harm in trying
As I face eternal rest
I used to be afraid of death
But now I'm not so sure
It's something I've accepted
Since age knocked on my door.

Friday, May 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: aging
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The changes that happen to us as we get older
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Colleen Courtney 02 May 2014

I have fallen in love with this wonderful poem! Has been added to my list of favorites!

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Julia Luber 14 February 2019

I think you're a little young to be feeling this way. But I can understand.

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Mark Heathcote 18 October 2014

I enjoyed this write and your message about death which we should not fear. :)

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Elena Plotkin 06 May 2014

Depressing and Funny at the same time. It reminds me of my poem 'The Old Age Creak.' If you have time read it and let me know what you think.

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Brian Jani 02 May 2014

Wow nice poem donna.please checkout my poems

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Shobana Gomes 02 May 2014

Something none of us can avoid I guess - wonderful poem.

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