Category: growing old


Old And Gray

Most people may not believe when I say

That I want to grow old with hair of silvery gray.

Wrinkles may not make me look fair

But that’s something I really don’t care.

I see wrinkles as proof of the life I’ve lived and the struggles I’ve overcome

Proof I did my best, I didn’t give up, didn’t succumb.

My wrinkly skin would serve as maps of my adventures

And perhaps, as well as my misadventures.

Oh to be old with hair of silvery gray,

To reach that age, is what I pray.

©Maria Michaela

Her Young Years

Hair of brown now lined with silver

Years of wisdom passed on

Gave her young years to her young one’s

And so her youth has gone.

But happiness and love only grew each day

For she had them and they have her

She may be growing older each year

But through her children, she will be young forever.

Birthday Candles

I turn around and see
I am twenty-eight today
I am twenty-eight today
Hooray for me!

It’s grand
It’s joyous
It’s heart warming
It tickles my soul

See, we only get to be one age at a time
Only for a year
So might as well celebrate it
Enjoy it while it lasts

And so I turn around and see
And realize how blessed I am to be
Twenty-eight, today

Time And Age

Bones creaking and limbs aching
Older and older one gets
Either curse the number
Or be thankful for it
One can never stop it from happening

I’m Getting Old

I don’t like overcrowded places
And partying ’til dawn.
I don’t care to meet too many faces,
Sometimes it’s such a bore and I just want to yawn.

I spend more days at home
And work on my blog
I still socialize though not like the much younger years
Maybe it’s just me
Or maybe I’m just getting old

Will you be there to stand by me, will you stay?
When I become annoying and noisy,
Will you understand even when I can be a bit bossy?
When my hands have seen better days,
Will you still hold them anyway?
If my memory fades and I often forget,
Will you tell me our story so I may remember it?
When all else fails, when everything breaks,
Will you show our love is true and not one to fake?

Memories Memory Lane

Photographs in an album
Memories that never fade
We’ve been through a lot
Some dues we’ve paid

It wasn’t all good
It wasn’t all bad either
We had highs, we had lows
Though it wasn’t all perfect neither

But it was great
We lived life
And now we grow
And learned from the strife

It was a great adventure

I forgot how to smile
You forgot how to rhyme
I felt our skins rot
Our flesh peeling off

It’s been a while, my friend
More than a decade or two
We have crossed many rainbows
But I guess there’s just one more

Maria Michaela

Will You?

Will you love me even if I can no longer take care of you?
When I am frail and get tired easily?
When I may not be able to fix you coffee or cook your favorite meal?

Will you still be there when I can no longer speak words of love?
When I may need you to take care of me?
When I am close to being broken?

How long will you be there?
Will it be a lifetime?

Eight

Life was fun, life was great
Life was mostly play when I was eight
Running around under the sun
I got the scars to prove it but boy was it fun!
I flied kites and played hide and seek
Not once did I ever peek

I’m glad to have had such a childhood
I was never in a hurry to enter adulthood
I look back, sometimes wishing to be a child again
But contented for what has happened

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