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Am I Gettin Old

Is it gravity or age
that causes the food I eat
To gather in the middle
and sometimes hide my feet

When I take a shower
and my hair fills the drain
Is this a sign of aging
or swelling of the brain

Is it air pollution or age
that hampers my sight
It may be the water, not age
that causes bathroom trips at night

Is it laziness or age
that I cannot do as before
And when I try
which one made me sore

Is it the actors or aging
that causes me to sigh
Why do so many movies
now bring a tear to my eye

I must be getting older
for I think more than I do
Hey, getting old is not so bad
now I have an excuse or two

Terry M

poem by Terry Mar
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Your Visit With Aging

I don't know why,
You believed I was older than you.
I use to be.
But you and aging have become much closer.
And it seems as if you have been convinced,
To interpret every year you have lived as a struggle.

I'm not trying to interpret my life that way at all.
When aging came to visit me,
I told it to make itself at home.
And if I choose to do what I please...
I'm not making an effort to be rude.
But neither am I going to sit with it to reminisced,
The good old days.

Too much everyday for me is new!
And...
I didn't feel I had to excuse myself from it to explore.
I just do.
You on the other hand...
Seem to want to impress aging,
As a depiction you believe is an acceptable process.

Hey,
We all have our interpretations.
However...
Yours appears to be a bit exaggerated.
But I aint mad at you!
What your visit with aging is like.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I See My Friends Aging

I see my friends aging
Slower in all they do-
The wrinkles and the hesitations before not remembering,
The difficulties in things done so easily once-

I see my friends aging
Sicker and sadder
Their eyes in some strange distance-

Some of them courageous
With plans and trips and grandchildren,
Endlessly going and doing
And being the best they can-

I see my friends aging
And wonder how long I too can pretend
Its still alright-

At this time of life
Time is cruel
And we are going only one way-

I see my friends aging
And I will soon if I am still here
Walker cane wheelchair
Be ancient too.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Songs To Aging Children Come

Through the windless wells of wonder
By the throbbing light machine
In a tea leaf trance or under
Orders from the king and queen
Songs to aging children come
Aging children, I am one
People hurry by so quickly
Dont they hear the melodies
In the chiming and the clicking
And the laughing harmonies
Songs to aging children come
Aging children, I am one
Some come dark and strange like dying
Crows and ravens whistling
Lines of weeping, strings of crying
So much said in listening
Songs to aging children come
Aging children, I am one
Does the moon play only silver
When it strums the galaxy
Dying roses will they will their
Perfumed rhapsodies to me
Songs to aging children came
This is one

song performed by by Joni Mitchell
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Despite what anti-aging ads say, growing older can be better. I feel better in my skin, 100 percent. You have greater effects of gravity, but the better sense of yourself you have is something I wouldn't trade.

quote by Demi Moore
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Despite what anti-aging ads say, growing older can be better. I feel better in my skin, 100 percent. You have greater effects of gravity, but the better sense of yourself you have is something I wouldn't trade. Women who lie about their age - 'why?'

quote by Demi Moore
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My First Time Being Here

The experience of aging
Is a process many fight.
Some act as if it's not a gift...
To grow older with delight.

I'm often asked how it feels,
To be an age I don't appear.
I tell them it's my first time doing it...
It's my first time being here!
And if I knew I should feel a certain way,
Nothing in my past prepared me for this day!
It's all new to me...
I have no clue how I should be.
Nor do I look in the mirror with fears,
To chase away!

('That depends on HOW I'm looking')

It's clear I'm aging,
With a grace I accept!
And blessed I feel everyday!
No one I know will be here forever...
No matter what's done to stay!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If you look at body fat, it seems to increase with age, even though your weight does not. That's a physiological fact of aging, they say. Heck it is. It is an adaptive effect of aging.

quote by Kenneth H. Cooper
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My Mind Has More of a Youthfulness

Everyday...
This aging 'thing' seems to speed.
Some agitate their way through it.
Reminding themselves,
Nothing about this process
For them is welcomed!
And they are not pleased,
By anything it leaves.

And as I reflect,
Doing my best to accept this process...
I must admit,
Some of it I am not in total agreement with myself.
Although I go through the motions,
I am doing it with much ease!

Okay! I must say...
Sometimes I do get a bit perturbed and upset.
Especially when someone yells, 'Hey, grandpa.
Do you need assistance to cross the street? '
I grit my teeth with a fake smile I release.

Hmmm...
Is it noticeable,
My gait appears to be slower and more noble?

Everyday...
This aging 'thing' seems to speed!

And I sit on a nearby bench,
To gather my breath and gently breathe.
Wishing the aches and pains that come with aging...
I could put to rest.
Knowing my mind has more of a youthfulness,
That my body, on certain days...
Could care less what my mind forgets!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No one can avoid aging, but aging productively is something else.

quote by Katharine Graham
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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These People Are Never the First

Too often...
Those who use common sense,
Are punished for being correct.
In fact,
Some sarcastically call them smart.
As if they are using some exclusive part of the brain...
Others do not have membership to address or obtain.

It's just another excuse to sound off their laziness,
With a customary abuse of their existence.

You need not ask for them to give an opinion.
It will be there in the atmosphere!
Along with a judgement passed...
As to who made the wrong or right decision.
And why...
If it was up to them,
They would have made another choice.
And these people are never the first,
To make their voices heard!

It's just another excuse to sound off their laziness,
With a customary abuse of their existence.

And it makes one wonder why...
God has blessed certain creatures with wings to fly.
And some creatures with brains...
Never to be used for long periods of time.
Or,
Very little.
If at all.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reflection

I see my reflection…
In my aging parents.

They’ve grown so old.

The mirror tells me
It’s time to age
Gracefully…

If I look ugly,
There’s one consolation
My hubby will always
Love me.

(Poem themed on Aging)

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Stages

First of all...
I know it's not just all about me.
Only in my mind I am told.
And that seems to be aging rapidly!
As a glowing youth...
Dims to be conquered,
By an aging truth!
Overnight it seems.
Although many may refuse to agree with me.
Those into appearances and physicalities!

I am not one to be talking about looks...
But let me say this,
No pages flipped through books
Prepares anyone for the stages of aging.
Or when to apply a night cheek lift!
To become disappointed with the results,
That sit unresisting to stay for a long visit!

Compliments on maintaining a youthfulness,
Stirs those in doubt about what is really meant...
By those unsolicited comments sent!
But pleased to get them without resentment.

There are those who may defy this process.
But when it noticibly starts...
A feeling of achievement begins to arrive,
Or a time gone by so quickly is realized!
Which gets many into denial fits!
Horrified that the time has come...
And that they too can not escape from this!

When a passing glance in a mirror,
Becomes a lingering stare...
What is seen is obvious.
And we all must become aware...
An aging has taken place,
To stay on one's face...
Not to go anywhere,
But to etch and trace.
Hopefully some allow...
And undergo with grace.

That's the reality of these stages we go through!
At least 'some' do.
The ones who are not moisturizing...
To rid a wrinkle,
Or two.

OR...
Those of us who make a fuss,
About a delayed aging process ordered...
Taking too long to come and is much overdue!
A special delivery was paid to insure a rush!
To subdue those lines that accrue...
With the stages of age some welcome unphased!
Praying this amazement of a quick aging,
Fades away!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Water On The Brain

(hicks / clarke / nash)
Ive just come in from out of the rain
Its wet outside the water runs down a drain
I go to bed cause my heads full of pain
And drip drip its driving me wild
Drip drip its driving me wild
Outside the window theres a pipe wearing thin
It lets the water do a dance on a tin
I try to sleep but its making a din
And drip drip its driving me wild
Drip drip its driving me wild
Water on the brain water on the brain
Water on the brain water on the brain
Drip drip its driving me wild
Drip drip its driving me wild
I toss and turn and my patience is weak
Go to the bathroom door and I take a peak yeah
The bath tap has started a leak
And drip drip its driving me wild
Drip drip its driving me wild
Drip drip its driving me wild
Drip drip its driving me wild

song performed by by Hollies
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I am not afraid of aging, but more afraid of people's reactions to my aging.

quote by Barbara Hershey
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Billions of Spiders

For billions of years the loss in the galaxy
Strikes horror in the hearts of those
On the middle of the road.
To the forehead is a spider on the universe,
A tough target for all those in space.
One well is like two water-holes
That provide too many fuels rather than uranium.
A leg off an animal is more than a spy,
Bring him to the laziness of a spy.
The front of the shop carries a sign
And that doesn’t matter compared to spiders.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Crisp Details We Knew, Once!

Few are who they were,
As remembered from childhood.
Familiarities are there...
Somewhere.
To be aided with a nudge.
To trigger and budge...
A memory from the dusting.

But some of us have different postures,
Now.
And many of us have gray hair.
Those of us left with any at all.
With the exception of those,
Who have remained brunette and blond.
Weaved or dreaded.
And this topic can go on and on!

'He did not say that was his hair?
Well...
He did buy it!
So I guess it is his!
And those 'are' his teeth.
Yeah, okay!
Of course she doesn't have any gray.
She paid not to!
Who are they trying to fool?
We have all been out of high school,
Over fourty years!
Even though my niece and nephew
Have kids older than I am!
HOW 'did' that happen?
I do not know!
We all know God works,
In mysterious ways!
Yes, He does! '

Everyone has changed to some degree.
And some have altered themselves drastically.
It's like following the blossoming,
And blooming of a Rose.
We all knew those who we started,
This life cycle with.
And some of us are beginning to wither.
As others are trying to defy time!
They are not going to have none of it!
With goodlooking packages...
That recall an attractive past.
Barely!

'Aging?
Oh no!
Are you kidding?
I'm not going to do that.
Has anyone seen where I placed my glasses? '

But none of us are here forever.
Whether or not we are blessed,
To have kept those memories...
With crisp details we knew,
Once!
But aging fades those memories fast!
No matter how much we keep our exteriors,
Buffed to pass for...
Old folks trying to stay young!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who ever loved

Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?
Love at first sight, is it the love made of right?

Yet sages claim it takes another kind of love to see
How human spirit, in its tactical withdrawal
From aging outworks and tare and ware that are doomed eventually to fall,
Consents to the bewitching of its shell and shake by troubles of sea

As long as it can hold the frame and citadel
Where the progressive intellect has spent
A lifetime plotting the enlightenment
The backward and the beautiful dismiss of it all

Does it not lie in our power to love and to hate
Does it not the will within us overrule and avoid fate
When reason and dice collide
Which of the two most benefits our pride?

What we observe is censured by the brain
Yet the heart sides with fate time and again
The brain has many ways as it weights events and thinks
The heart locked in one, if missed into melancholy it sinks

The night has many stars to watch us from the sky
The sun has just one glorious unique eye
But go ahead and ask the fools and the bright
Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?

poem by Isaac Ziv
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Maturing to Grow

Maturing to grow,
Upsets those getting old.
And this some show.
Hoping an aging slows.
As they regret,
Seeing those mature...
With an aging that shows.
While those who grow old to mature,
Are not upset by this process at all.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Aging Excuse Making Children

Difficult and with stress it is,
To be an adult.
And live in an environment surrounded,
By old and aging excuse making children.

Difficult to know it is who is being responsible,
And who to hold accountable...
For the raising of disrespectful kids,
Found totally without initiative or discipline.

It is so hard to maintain one's patience,
And make attempts to explain...
Even to those who appear to have brains,
What the benefit of staying motivated is.

And if one should expose to show concern,
With sincere understanding and comprehension...
One has learned from experience,
This is interpreted as trying to be better than the others.

And eventually...
The one who has grown to be that mature adult leaves,
To keep a nurtured peace of mind...
And those perceptions aging children keep to believe,
Alone for them to condone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Regardless of My Needs

Babysitting emotions,
Of those of aging rusty butts...
Does not set well with my adult outlook.
Since I know what it takes,
To pave the path I make.
No one has held my hand,
To prevent mistakes I took like a man.
And I can not stomach those who fake,
Heartbreak because of situations they create.
Or try to diminish their disasters done to others...
As nothing more than an oversighted blemish.
And hear them make attempts,
To run from their misdeeds like wimps!
I'm not living my life to run and hide.
Nor will I take the time to listen to others' sigh!
The strides I've taken...
I took as I cried.
Perhaps that is why,
Babysitting emotions,
Of those of aging rusty butts...
I deny.
And will not satisfy those weaknesses,
I put aside.
When I realize I alone,
Must comfort the healing of my own sorrows!
No one else but me condones!
Yesterday, even now and tomorrow.
Afterall...
I am a man.
And a man is 'suppose' to withstand,
Any stinging pain!
Inflicted with sealed lips.
At least that's what I'm told,
As I conceal my agonies!
With an expectation...
That others can dump theirs upon me just the same!
Regardless of my needs!
Or if I bleed.
My wounds I must contain!
And pretend my feelings have not been changed!
It is all insane.
But if I expose the pain I hold...
I must endure the shame!
That's why I make no announcements to maintain,
Or claim...
My manhood!
As I interpret it to be.
And given to me to explore!
Babysitting emotions,
Of those of aging rusty butts...
I ignore.

Dedicated:
To those of us who are expected to 'understand'
without an ounce of 'that' expressed to us!
We must realize there is a 'blessing' involved.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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