Growing Old And Dieing Poem by Jerry Akporhor

The mere thought of growing old and dieing is enough to make hearts heavy with emotions, but it is a topic that we must confront, uncomfortable as it may be.

It's a truth that we cannot run from; one day, we and everyone we hold dear will take our last breath and bid farewell to this world.

The very thought of it is heartbreaking, isn't it?

As time passes, we become frail and weak, with our bodies deteriorating to the point where we look like death itself or something like it.

We become dependent on those around us for the most basic necessities of life, unable to enjoy the simple pleasures of life or bath in the warmth of the sun.

This cannot be considered lucky, can it? We pray for long life, but not at the cost of losing our independence and becoming a burden on our loved ones.

The reality is that one day, the curtains will qmd must be drawn on our time here on Earth.

We must hold high every moment and make the most of the time we have, for it is a passing and precious gift.

Inspiration: Lawrence Brooks - Oldest WWII veteran aged 110 holding a photo of himself.