You say you’re looking older.
But where you see wrinkles,
I see good times passed.
Where you see skin
Worn and chapped,
I see hard work and good fun.
Where you see grey hair,
I see wisdom.
And where you feel aches and pains,
I feel love, for all that you’ve done.
Rest your aching feet,
And let me look after you
A little bit,
Whilst we reminisce,
And plan good times
Not yet had.
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Sensitive, caring, lovely look at old age.
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Thank you – the ageing process fascinates me. I’m i credibly close to my 88 year old grandpa which I guess is why.
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Lovely Pooky, you could have been talking to me….I saw this blog this morning, you might like it too as it touches on the same topic:
http://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2014/09/03/the-age-of-revolution/
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Thank you and thanks for the link. I enjoyed it x
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This poem fills me with gratitude for the loving care of my family and friends. xx
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Xx (you went on a serious poetry reading binge!)
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