Don't grow old

Old age
I'm forgetting the good times
And the times I laughed
And the times I made them laugh
Like leaves falling from a tree in Winter
My ageing friends die
And those left look wrinkled
And sad
Waiting to drop
Like wrinkled leaves
Things that made me smile
Now make me cry
A bitter sweetness
Merge into one
I'm beginning to forget whats her name?
And the time we went to.... Oh
I forget
But I do know I have a memory
A memory that once made me smile
Now it makes me cry
The chill wind blows
The leaves shake
Bye bye



Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2016-02-15 at 22:47

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Lordy this is depressing. Very effective and well-written though. I like that the title is a warning not to do what no one can help doing. You express in such a raw way these ordinary little tragedies that can seem so undramatic to the young, but so intense from the inside, as well as the sense of helplessness and loss. Thank you for writing it.
2016-02-16


Ivan R
I work with older people so I hear this from time to time, but this poem says it in a much better way than just outing bitterness, this poem tells about life with a sigh, and with a question that has to be answered by the one living this question, because we are all going there, to aging, and when there, I hope for my self, to be able to ask this same question as clearly as you do. That would make me happy*
2016-02-16