Old Man Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery
Old Man
When I look in a mirror
Seeing an old man's face
Wrinkles, snowy white hair
I wonder what happened
To the young man I used to be.
Old age is not a joy
But fight against pain
With legs no longer walking a mile
Bladder playing false
Arthritic joints slowing me down
With shadow of death close behind me.
Great words Colin and we all hope to get old someday but without all of the ailments, I am moving along to. The best thing I feel is the manner in which we look at life. Thank You
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4/19/2024 7:15:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice depiction of old age. But all are not like that. Their past helps them go into the future. See the mirror and the young person at heart will reflect