ON GROWING OLD
Old age is viewed in different ways,
Depending on how you spend your days.
From a youngster’s view it’s so far away,
Yet, when it arrives, youth was “yesterday.”
To anticipate “forty”, ‘tis a thing that’s true ,
Which, often, makes one sad and blue.
To think, after this, of reaching “fifty”
Is, to some, “Not very nifty.”
“Sixty”, or “Seventy”, is way out of reach,
Many will themselves, deliberately teach.
While these thoughts are each “quite weighty”,
Have you given much thought to reaching “eighty”?
Yes, old age is a thing most will see,
It should be pursued with much glee.
For to have not reached this joyful goal,
Is to have missed many blessings untold.
How true, each beginning decade is a new adventure and a reminder of getting older. Beautiful poem with so much truth. Welcome to the den.
Mary