Aging
Left my cane at home,
Ego.
Dyed my white hair brown,
Mistake.
Hiked up a mountain,
Breathless.
Aches and pains abound,
Youth gone.
Poem: Aging
Published by 67steffen
My labels: grandfather, father, veteran, writer, poet, photographer and dreamer in pursuit of the meaning of life. Getting close, although I'm running out of time--probably why I'm so close. View more posts
Are those you original thoughts – quite good
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Yes, I am writing about getting old. Even the photo is me, although I don’t need a cane.
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I like this poem because it shows someone aging, but not giving up. Thanks
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