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Monday, 10 May 2010

Old Age

By Ellen Younkins

Now that I am a member of old age,
not a beginner - and not yet a sage -
I welcome it because I will dare
to meet it head on without despair.

I need not apologize for being older
because in fact I'm getting ever bolder.
I'll take no seconds to those in their prime
when I know that my mind is still sublime.

I relish my memories but don’t live in the past,
and though not in the fast lane I won’t be the last.
I hear the call of the future for what it’s worth,
and pray that I will spend more time on this earth.

[INVITATION: All elders, 50 and older, are welcome to submit stories for this blog. They can be fiction, non-fiction, poetry, memoir, etc. Instructions for submitting are here.]

Posted by Ronni Bennett at 02:30 AM | Permalink | Email this post


Your poem expresses exactly the way I feel lately!! Great job. Gives meaning to Older is Better.

Joanne Zimmermann

This lovely poem made my day! Thank you. Dee

You said it well. I have to admit, though, my mind is no longer sublime. ;-)

I Think your advice is a hit.
Keep on going and don't quit.

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