I grow old … I grow old …
Over the years I have grown bold
I have sought out new adventures
Tried many different sorts of food.
I have traveled many places
Whatever suits my mood.
In my youth I was very quiet
My tears fell on the floor
Now that I have grown older
I’m not as emotional as before.
I laugh and smile,
I love to sing
I work with children,
Such joy they bring.
I aimed for the moon
But found the stars
Life is good
Even if sometimes bizarre.
So many things I like to do
I travel, karaoke, bake and write
I would rather keep smiling
I don’t like to fight.
I grow old … I grow old …
Yet I’m young at heart
Life is good
I don’t doubt my part.
Italicized lines are from T.S. Eliot’s The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Beautiful…I love the rhythm and how you’ve embraced life in this poem.
Thank you!
The list of what you like to do adds a spot check of what living life fully looks like * growing old has its own perks!! This poem works!!