Poem: Aging


Aging

Left my cane at home,

Ego.

Dyed my white hair brown,

Mistake.

Hiked up a mountain,

Breathless.

Aches and pains abound,

Youth gone.

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  1. Abrie Joubert Avatar
    Abrie Joubert

    Are those you original thoughts – quite good

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  2. 67steffen Avatar
    67steffen

    Yes, I am writing about getting old. Even the photo is me, although I don’t need a cane.

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  3. Geri Lawhon Avatar
    Geri Lawhon

    I like this poem because it shows someone aging, but not giving up. Thanks

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