Share these poems about getting older with someone who is having a birthday and feel 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 when you cannot find someone older than you. May these poems be ones that others will enjoy as they age.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Don't go and sweat it,
There's always someone older than you!
I wish you many blessings,
On this birthday you will get.
Doesn't matter if it's wanted,
It is happening, so don't fret.
A birthday can be a great thing,
Think what getting older will provide.
An over flowing amount of wisdom,
And a heavy sense of pride.
So no matter the colour of the roses,
or the colour of violets too.
You'll never be the oldest person around,
Unless you live to one hundred and two!
Two Ways To Look At Life
Poet: C. A. Lynch
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
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.
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're 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.
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!
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.