Crackling bones
Gray hair
Husky voice
Do I have a choice?
I walk slowly can't say if it is surely
though, I got tripped that often
I hold my cane for my support
Can't stand that long even in my fullest effort
I wanna play with my kiddos
To chase a butterfly and fetch some flowers
But my back aches so much
I can hear it, sounds like a crunch
Time moves so fast
Yonder years never more
This unlikely feeling..
It might have had something to do with old age.
Author notes
A poem inspired by my grandma and grandpa
A contest entry
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600 points, ended June 12, 8 entries
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Beautiful work on this, almost humourous, but then again, not so funny when you really start to think about it. I used to have the biggest fear of growing old... I still do, but I think my biggest fear, is my kids growing up! Thankyou for entering this into my contest, and good luck
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well, it's nice if your kids would grow up as a nice person and be thankful that they grew up because of your care and your teachings. thanks for the appreciate
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yes, I can attest that old age surely does affect our ability to romp and play with the young ones. Your write shows this vividly. thank you for entering
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What a great write. It's terrible how age hinders us when we are still young at heart. Nicely done. Thanks so much for entering.
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wow. thank you so much for appreciating it. I so miss those times that we're still able to play with our grandparents..thanks again! *hugs*
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