Douglas McClarty

Rookie - 79 Points (Northern Ireland)

Getting Old - Poem by Douglas McClarty

Sit me down in a comfy chair
With a blanket round my bony legs
Just let me sleep, sometimes stare
For I'm getting old and very tired
Just want to sit with my thoughts
Make conversation short with me
And perhaps an occasional cup of tea.
See my grandchildren for a little while
They always manage to make me smile
Please don't feel pity or sorrow for me
For I had like you, days happy, carefree
Now I replay them while I rest and dream
The past is all all I have now, it would seem
For all my friends and love ones are so few
As far as visits go I'm now just last in the Que.
I sit in a home full of strangers, all like me
Just green bottles on the wall, I'm counting.


Comments about Getting Old by Douglas McClarty

  • Gold Star - 24,839 Points Valsa George (5/28/2014 6:49:00 AM)

    The humble aspirations of a man grown gracefully old.... no regrets!

    Please don't feel pity or sorrow for me
    For I had like you, days happy, carefree

    An enviable attitude which most of the aged lack.... Enjoyed this poem on senility! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 16, 2014



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