What's The Use In Getting Old Poem by Juan Olivarez
What's The Use In Getting Old
I can't see for the life of me,
What's the use in getting old.
I need reading glasses when I read and write,
And my bones hurt with the cold.
My hair once auburn now is white,
And receding every day.
my hearing's not what it once was,
And my beard's a shade of grey.
My bones hurt when I rise at dawn,
And when I go to bed.
I wonder if things will improve,
On the day that life has fled.
Getting old ain't for sissies and the meds don't help. Great poem. I relate.
Oh very good Juan, and I can definitely relate to this. We can be sure that things will improve when life has fled!
Ah good one pardner, I understand man. Perhaps, just perhaps, the use of gettin' old is to reach the point -because of all the lacks and loses- one can learn to take life as she comes at us, good n bad n ugly, no matter which horse she rides, cause we done been-there, done-that, etc... plus, maybe just ta help the kids n grand kids learn how to ride that rough ole bronc of living, and help em get back in the saddle a bit easier when they get throwed off. Great writing -as always- pal. Peace.
ha ha we are suffering from the same symptoms. I see no real cause for all this change. Lets just be young and happy. a good read
ha ha we are suffering from the same symptoms. I see no real cause for all this change. Lets just be young and happy. a good read
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 11:38:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
self-pity is the best form of humor and this excellent work is replete with it.