The Ride of Aging

A poem about getting old-err!

THE RIDE OF AGING

Do you ever wonder

how quickly you've aged?

You are born

life is good, or

so it seems

you begin to walk,

then start to talk

as your life progresses

at first, aging is slow

One day you wake, and

can't wait to grow up

up being an adult, on your own

making many mistakes

along the way

As you're going on the ride of life

begins to fall.....

you descend down, as

the number still rises

and your body ages

Still slowly the aging

creeps up showing

the lines, the crevices

life gets harder

everyday

As you look back

on the days of your youth

wanting so much to

start the ride over again

It's a hard time " this life cycle

called “the aging process!”

Author's Note

The picture is of my own Grandma, not long before she died at the age of 95!

Reviews

[Alicia Schroeder]

nicely done, and so true..

[Octob3r Star]

I can agree with you there.

-Brenda

[Ladysue]

Yes, that is the way it goes...nicely done...

[Cadence Killday]

aww i like this one. its very clear what you're talking about. good job =]