Growing old is not too bad.

a poem in triplets

Growing old is not too bad.

 

My teeth are steeping in their glass

My hearing aids close by their side.

I know not how this came to pass.

 

I do not know nor do I care

But I suspect the passing years

I do not find it hard to bear.

 

I do not need my teeth to sleep

Without my aids I sleep in peace.

The price I pay is not too steep.

 

I see no reason to complain.

I have adapted gradually.

There is no way I can regain..

 

The perfect hearing I once knew

My false teeth work efficiently

So there is nothing I can do.

 

But to accept that’s how things are.

I can’t undo what has been done.
It has become familiar.

 

One can get used to anything

Especially when you have no choice.

Why waste your time in worrying.

 

 

The rest of me is quite intact.

Although I know I’m growing old

I can’t deny this simple fact.

 

Thursday, 23 February 2012

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Reviews

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

Nice Flow love how you Express raw Emotion.

Well Played.


thank you for sharing. Blessings. Kindred poet

[Barbara Walker]

Your intent is clear. Good flow, diction and syntax. I enjoyed reading and I understand the subject from personal experience!

[Chris]

A solid look at tomorrow...

Well said.

Chris