Share these poems about getting older with someone who is having a birthday and feels that their age makes them old. Birthdays have a way of catching up with us and most of us get tired of celebrating getting older another year.
But the fact is, it is very seldom that you cannot find someone older than you. May these poems be ones that others will enjoy as they age and encourage you to embrace the years.
In every beat of time's unyielding song,
Age weaves its threads, revealing where we belong.
Like whispered tales etched upon our face,
Each passing year adds depth, a gentle trace.
For though our spirits dance with youth's sweet art,
Our years reveal the secrets of the heart.
In graceful wisdom, our souls take flight,
Embrace your age and live life's endless light.
As I Age
Poet: C. A. Lynch
As I age, I start to feel
My bones creak and my back reveal
But there's comfort in knowing for sure
That someone older still endures
I may ache and moan and groan
But there's always an elder on the throne
So laugh it off and rest at ease
We're all just passing through with ease.
A Gift
Poet: C. A. Lynch
With time, each year a gift we're given,
Aging, an inevitable vision,
Ups and downs along the way,
Moments of joy and dismay.
Middle age where we reflect,
Past and present both connect,
Old age, wisdom a treasure so grand,
Thankful for the love that still stands.
I can look at life in two ways
Staying young and playing all day
Or getting old and putting in time
No longer in my prime.
While things may change I do not need
To always be the fastest and pick up speed
You see as the years go by
A balance to my life I try to apply.
So I live each year
And never fear
That I am getting too old
To live life and be bold.
As I Grow Old
Poet: Unknown
God keep my heart attuned to laughter,
When youth is done;
When all the days are gray days,
coming after the warmth, the sun.
God keep me then from bitterness, from grieving,
When life seems cold;
God keep me always loving and believing
As I grow old.
Getting Old
Poet: Tom S. Gold
Getting old scares many a folk
Some seem sad, others treat it as a joke
But getting old has advantages too
You can do what you want, you have paid your dues.
With age comes wisdom we didn't have when we were young
And dreams that have gone unsung.
But don't let age stop your dreams
Enjoy your coffee with lots of cream.
There is nothing that you can do
To stop age from catching up with you
So keep your attitude a positive one
And by living your life you will have won.
Be Thankful
Poet: Samatha C. Ringle
You think you're old well let me say
You don't look your age in any way.
Many a person would love to be
Your age - that would make them happy.
So on this birthday be happy
Don't let your age make you snappy
Celebrate and be thankful that
You are at the age that you're at!
If I was sending the poem, Old Age, as part of a getting old joke, I may finish off my card or speech with a reminder like how,
without aging and getting old, it's impossible to live a long and happy life. Then add a wish for a great year ahead or for many more
birthdays to come. This way, no feelings are hurt and everyone knows I was only teasing. Besides, we all have to get old someday. We might as well
have fun with it!
Old Age
Poet: Bernard Barton
Old age! Thou art a bitter pill
For humankind to swallow;
Fraught with full many a present ill,
And fear of worse to follow.
And yet thou art a medicine good,
Not to be bought for money;
Worse than the worst of nauseous food,
Yet sweeter far than honey.
Thy aches and cramps, thy weary groans,
Infirmities which breed them.
Might move the very hearts of stones.
If stones had hearts to heed them.
But these must come, of course, with thee,
And none dispute, or doubt them;
Such may be borne, and wisest he
Who pothers least about them.
Old age! Be what thou wilt, thy reign
Cannot endure forever;
Feebleness, weariness, and pain
Are links that soon must sever!
And if thy pains the soul recall
To heavenly truth and warning,
Who would regret the ruined wall
That lets in such a morning?
Let this Ode to Old Age poem be one that brings a smile to the face of someone who is getting older!
An Ode To Old Age
Poet: Author Unknown
There's quite an art to falling apart as the years go by,
And life doesn't begin at 40. That's a big fat lie.
My hair's getting thinner, my body is not:
The few teeth I have are beginning to rot.
I smell of Vick's Vapo Rub, not Chanel #5;
My new pacemaker's all that keeps me alive.
When asked of my past, every detail I'll know,
But, what was I doing 10 minutes ago?
Well, you get the idea, what more can I say?
I'm off to read the obituary like I do every day;
If my names there,
I'll once again start - perfecting the art of falling apart.