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. You may also find poems that you wish to share in our collection of
quotes about getting older.
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.
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.
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?