Childhood Jingles
Growing old is scary
The thought of a frail bone and lost memories
Stationed on an old stool with shaky hands
Good old days forgotten, lost in a veil of time
No more childhood Jingles
Nor the strength of a youth
Save the old pictures lying on the floor
With either longings or regrets to fill the void
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Probably the memories under the oak tree lost
Of love found and love lost faded
Save for the single moment you once held dearly
And a longing to once again hear the childhood Jingles
Terror rest it's feet as our skin begins to wrinkle
And we ask ourselves that one question
How well did we live in days of our youth?
What memories are left for us to savor?
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There's a popular saying:
"Nobody wants to die, but they all want to go to heaven."
Same here, nobody wants to have a wringled face, bad eyesight, lost memories, dwindling hands and feet, as the list goes on... but they all enjoy the respect maturity or being advanced in age brings.
Definitely we will all grow old one day, it's part of life's unique experiences. May we have someone to care for our needs and florish us with love, in that most dwindling and frailing time of our lives (old age).
This is a really relatable and amazing poem.
Thanks for sharing.
My warm regards.