THOUGHTS OF AN OLDER MAN: Poems As I See Life

Men really are all just alike—no matter the age. He was a flirtatious old fossil. So old and wrinkled.

So beautiful and just right. Lawrence, The Xactilias Project. Solomon, loved the word. He'd say it slowly, letting it roll off his tongue. Sometimes he'd add a chin stroke for good measure. He always looked pleased when he did this, like he'd discovered the Caramilk secret or something. How to convey the mix of longing, wistfulness, and muted regret that he feels? He wishes he still could be.

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Who besides yourself are you fooling? What you project is what you will see. Soul is the form of projection and if false projections are done, the worldly life is created! And, growth without change, is unthinkable.

• My Bloody Valentine.
• Poems about Growing Old;
• 39 Aging Poems - Poems about Growing Old.
• The Walt Whitman Archive;
• The Josan And The Jee.

And, to make the unthinkable thinkable, new roads need to be carved out by way of old ones. The old stands tall and firm and befriends the new to fall into place, with refined maturity and greater understanding and cultured admiration.

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep - Mary Elizabeth Frye

The woman who took care of you all your A gray old woman sits all alone Unloved, uncherished and unknown. Sitting beside her broken door. Dreaming of days past long ago, I can so relate. My son, 33 now, moved to the states 5 years ago. Of course he found himself a girlfriend whose family is always in the picture.

Since he had been a teenager, he started Arthritis makes my fingers swell. My bathroom visits really smell. When I find it hard to sleep, I remember math, to count my sheep. She's trapped inside the prison walls That used to be her mind. The woman that she used to be, Has long been left behind. Would love to read some of your experiences. I am currently caring for and have two care givers looking after my 80 year old mother. Menu Search Login Loving. Keep me logged in. Aging Poems Email Share.

Changing Places By Alora M.

Keep me from the recital of endless details; give me wings to get to the point. Grant me the patience to listen to the complaints of others; help me to endure them with charity. But seal my lips on my own aches and pains -- they increase with the increasing years and my inclination to recount them is also increasing. I will not ask thee for improved memory, only for a little more humility and less self-assurance when my own memory doesn't agree with that of others.

Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be wrong. Keep me reasonably gentle. I do not have the ambition to become a saint -- it is so hard to live with some of them -- but a harsh old person is one of the devil's masterpieces. Make me sympathetic without being sentimental, helpful but not bossy. Let me discover merits where I had not expected them, and talents in people whom I had not thought to possess any. And, Lord, give me the grace to tell them so. The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, 'A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!

It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine.

Yeats, The Collected Poems of W. You think because you ain't been here long, you know everything.