And Then I Was Old (poem) by Lark L Pogue on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on September 17, 2024

Your finger is on the pulse of this journey and you are able to convey the rhythm well to us. Thank you for sharing this universally-relatable subject and state of being. ~~ djl

Reviewed by Suzie Palmer

Reviewed on March 9, 2018

Every stage as important as the other Beautiful Lark.. even if more tiring/trying..... xox :-D

Reviewed by Kay P Devenish

Reviewed on April 18, 2017

I can relate to this one it was very well written and made me feel sad.
Best wishes always
from
Kay

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on February 8, 2017

i am shocked each morning when i look into the mirror

enjoyed your poem

Never Stop writing!!
m

Reviewed by Diana Wiles

Reviewed on May 19, 2015

Conscious living is the secret....like when on holiday...memories stay forever...
But the mundane is as important as the big stuff...
A life well lived...
Hugs,
Diana...

Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK

Reviewed on May 12, 2015

5-12-2015

You Are Only As Old As You Feel-
Think- Sleep Then You Are Dead
For Sure!

TRASK...

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on May 12, 2015

Always got a love Michael's humor. I feel sad when I read this because I see you going through a transition that you are fighting with all your worth. Both here and at home I seem to be surrounded with the aging. Almost everyone I know is going through some kind of change or another related to age. It upsets me, not because some are dying, but because some are giving up too much too soon.

I hope you don't do that and have a lot of living ahead of you. I'm looking so forward to what I've got left, and I think you know what I mean better than most.

Ron

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

Reviewed on May 12, 2015

As they say, age is mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter. Loved this gem.

Michael D.

Reviewed by Isabella Koldras

Reviewed on May 11, 2015

..you witty-insightful-wise words Lark...charm regardless
of your age-related perspective...you still retain the edge
and ..."own the world"....Thanks for sharing your poem.

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on May 11, 2015

I can't relate to this as I am only 60, though to be honest I sometimes feel 100...but I keep pluggin' along as best as I can, though I do whine and complain a bit...but that is just me, I have been doing that since I was in my teens... <smile> -e-

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on May 11, 2015

I know that a lot of people will relate to the theme that you share through your verses here so eloquently, Lark. I know that I certainly can. I close my eyes and feel time passing past my face like a breeze. As each day, month, year go by, time seems to be speeding up. We are still here though. I just lost a friend (very young) through horrible circumstances. Coincidentally since you and I don't post that much, I just posted a poem about her. Thank you for sharing, Lark. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Lark Pogue

Reviewed on May 11, 2015

Both, Edward! Laughing and crying. It's damned scary.

Reviewed by E Phillips

Reviewed on May 11, 2015

Old is the last refuge of the unimaginative.
You're not old until you give up.
A sense of humor helps.
Are you laughing or crying? :)

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on May 11, 2015

Yeah..............I got old...............OLD AND SASSY!!!! LOL
I enjoyed this poem a lot!!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on May 11, 2015

I can big time relate, Lark. Age does have a tendency to make us look at reality, and our energy level is lacking. Still . . . We make do the best way we can. Life goes on, until it doesn't