The Joys Of Getting Old Poem by Jayne Louise Davies
The Joys Of Getting Old
Old age is a must for all of us,
But with it brings aches and pains,
My prescription list's getting longer,
And my stamina's gone down the drain,
I'd love to run a marathon,
But I don't think I'd make it half way,
Filling up my pill box,
Is the highlight of my day,
Where has all my energy gone?
I struggle to get out of bed,
I search everywhere for my spectacles,
When they're perched on the top of my head!
Oh to be young!
To run in the sun,
With the wind in my hair, wild and free,
All that has changed,
With the joys of old age,
It's a rise and recliner for me!
Jayne Louise Davies
I'm old, but, oh, boy! It brings me no joy! ... Actually, I'm not that bad off. I can't run every day like Robert does, though [bad knees, hips and ankles].
for an OLD gal, your poem is pretty good. bri : ) 3 stars .....ok,3 1/2 yes, there's some humour/humor in this one. bri
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 4:57:25 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I never grow old as I've been 35 years old for many years now! ! I walk, can run (if I have to) , cycle, have weights at home, do Shaolin qigong and yoga. Every little helps, as they say!
Well done David x