Growin Old
Growing old's not fun at allAt time it makes me want to bawl
I'm nearing the end of this life's haul
Life is now no longer a ball
Each day is filled with aches and pain
Sometiomes I think I'm going insane
As the days go by and years wane
Life becomes a never ending strain
There's so many things I used to do
Now my body won't do what I want it to
Parts of my life I'd like to redo
As I look back there's much I rue.
My mind's not what it used to be
I've trouble with short term memory
I relive the past constantly
Cause the present is so full of misery
Ambition is very hard to come by
There's things I might do but I ask, why?
I could do more, but I seldom try
Cause what's the use, I'll soon die
Kin and friends die one by one
My body's also in a bad condition
Who'll remember the good I've done
Soon my life will come to completion
It's a difficult chore just to get out of bed
I'd rather get more sleep instead
I pause to read "Our Daily Bread"
Then thank the Lord I'm not yet dead
With age comes wisdom people say
But the young will not hear it today
My hair has turned from brown to gray
Soon in a grave I'll lay
Though these lines sound somewhat sad
Life is really not so bad
My kid's kids call me their grand dad
That makes my heart kind of glad
Though life each day seems such a chore
I read God's word more and more
There's blessings yet for me in store
'Fore I reach Eternity's shore
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