Old Age? ?

My age is getting up there.
Middle age is knocking on my door.
They say I shouldn't worry...
I'm only thirty four.

I'm noticing the wrinkles.
I sense that double chin
is creeping right up on me.
Fight gravity? ? I can't win!

I use to feel so youthful.
I thought I'd never age.
Back then I planted flowers.
Today I'm growing sage.

Sometimes I forget my own age.
It's not that I contrive.
Like when I wrote my bio here
I SAID I'M THIRTY FIVE! !

Is that a sign of old-age?

by Mary Nagy

Comments (8)

Mary, you may be growing older but your poetry will never get old. Great as usual. Brian
TAKE IT FROM AN ABSTRACT SENSE...TIS JUST #'s...they don't make us ...we made them up...so in the scheme of things we can be any # we feel! I LIKE THIS PIECE...NEVER TACKLED AGE, YET.....AAAH, IM TOO OLD TO START NOW! LOL! ''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK
TAKE IT FROM AN ABSTRACT SENSE...TIS JUST #'s...they don't make us ...we made them up...so in the scheme of things we can be any # we feel! I LIKE THIS PIECE...NEVER TACKLED AGE, YET.....AAAH, IM TOO OLD TO START NOW! LOL! ''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK
Back then I planted flowers Today I'm growing sage Sums it up glowingly. Both are lovely.
love the poem..one thing to correct though..it's 'used to' not 'use to'
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