The say I'm getting older
as my actions become bolder
for I am alone now
and slowly getting colder
My hair is turning gray
well what can I say
It would happen to you to
If you went what I went through
My memories are fading
I wish they were still near
For now I'm getting older
It's the one thing I fear
My back is starting to hurt
my legs are giving out
It just makes me
want to begin to shout
I want my story to be told
Now that I'm getting old
I hope it will be sold
Before I begin to fold
I need a hand to hold
before I begin to pass
The time is coming soon
I hope the hurt doesn't last
good bye family and friends
I will see you again some day
so come pay your respects
and help the family pray
A contest entry
- Dalaney Contest 7 "Old" by Sue Cardwell.
650 points, ended August 10, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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very well done Jen, congrats
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Thank you for your entry in the contest with this interesting and enjoyable poem. It would appear to be a little disjointed in your rhyme scheme, you even have one stanza that is a quad rhyme, we also feel that a little punctuation would help the flow of the poem.
We look forward to seeing more from you in future contests.
Sue and Jeff
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Heavy stuff
It really sets the mood, and strikes a chord reminds me of something I would write.
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