Aging Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi

Yes the long and cruel inevitable road of ageing, it hits us slowly, like a leaky faucet, then slowly the flood of the years is worn on our skin and our bodies. You manage to convey all levels of what its like to grow old. A keeper.

One day more mature Gathering more blessing Sowing more hope And reaping more bliss Days add on Giving meaning to all emptiness That hover like hawks Just need to dig out Treasures yet to be discovered. Beautiful poetry.

The procession of aging...well written

Aging! ! One day older! ! Day by day. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Hey, you're just a kid compared to me! Hang in there! 50 is not old at all! My oldest daughter is older than you are! Don't even think about " getting out" ! Survive, Girl, survive!

Happy Birthday to You 2 days in advance........50 Years is just a Landmark. Many more years to Go..........

Superb! ! ! ! Yes passing of every day is making us old but keep the fire in your desires till the very end.10++++++++

August morning shows the heart of growing up not to big, to old.... but to decaying the existence, the substance of life.......