Poem

By MwsR

The hardest part of growing old, I think,

Is knowing that you could lose someone from your life.

Time runs out so fast for some.

Often times I reflect on days past

Things I did without a second glance

Those things are not important so much, anymore.

I think growing old is a gift to some,

For others, going on in this life missing those that passed

Is a cruel thing to have to do.

Often we do not see the need to plan or get established

With regret we reflect on the moments lost in that hesitant period.

The good has a way of helping us,

While the bad, it can totally ruin us.

Old is not so great when you have not lived fully,

Or said the things you should of.

Life that had no real justice, perhaps

That is the regret for a lot

Righting wrongs, working our way to a peaceful retirement

Getting old, is possibly the journey one must take alone.

No one is going to be there for you in your mind.

The things that haunt you or yours to bear by yourself.

In getting old you will learn what means the most to you.

When you are sitting and drinking that cup of Joe, you will see.

Walks will take on a new meaning, you will see more beauty

You will tell that loved one what they mean to you, without forgetting

You will jot down notes to help you with reminders

But the sacred ones are stored in your mind.

Getting old is something to take notice of,

It will humble you.

It may send your thoughts down that path of the ultimate end, to you.

Or with any luck it will help make those around you grateful for you.

And make you more grateful too.

Old age is both a blessing and a curse.

Which ever way you choose to look at it.

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