Growing Old........being contradictory

Growing Old

The fragments of my mind, heart and soul are in bits.

My body is weak and in constant pain. My hands shake.

I look at myself in the mirror and I do not recognize myself

no more.

I am no longer that young happy child. I once was. Iam now

old and used and worn out. I get bits of flashes of my youth

glimmering  inside my minds eye like a burning ember

just for  the odd second or two. The fleeting moments of happiness

I had and shared with others so long ago. As a child growing up

wishing I was older. How ironic that is. About human nature. When

younger wanting to be older. And when older wanting to be younger

again.

And now iam. A former shadow of myself. A distant reminder

of onces who I was. A fit happy, content child. With no woes or

worries or illnesses.

Yes I have done a lot. Yes i have lived live maybe not to the max.

And yes iam still here on earth. But yet. I yearn to be different

and relive a better life again. But I guess also thankful for the life

I do have. Even thou at times. It  has been heart renching and soul

breaking. But Iam who iam today. For good bad or whatever reasons.

That have happened to me. To make me who iam today.

Regrets. What are the point of them now. Iam old. I had my chance

growing old happen and comes to us all eventually. If your lucky to live

that long. ironics of life.

Reviews

[Flo_writer]

Its strange, i dont think we are ever content with just being. I use to blame restrictions for wanting to be older when I was young. "Oh I can't wait to drive," lol. Truth is, if there wasn't an age limit holding me back and I did drive at age 12 or something then I would probably find something else to complain about. I think this poem conveys a thought provoking message for sure. "Regrets. What are the point of them now. Iam old." It reminds us all how very common we are.Well done.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Growing Old...being contradictory'
Dawn,
I like how this was placed on the page like the bits you refer at the poem's outset. Bit by bit the time which passes given in brief passage descriptions. It reminds of someone dear to me who is at a time in life such as your writing describes. He remembers a childhood of many brothers and his dear sisters and parents. Right now fades very quickly though. Thanks for the thoughtful write.
Blessings,
Kathy

[Donna]

I really enjoyed reading this and it is so true, when we are young, we want to be older, and when we are old, we want to be younger. That is just the way life is. Its not fun getting old.