A wonderful poem on aging by Chris Black. Please comment on the original post. ☺
As if rinsing the darkness from his hair
Old age appeared to freeze his body
What once was a curly mop top, now scarce
A marathon runner, now learns of walking aids
Engaging you in conversation, he says age is but a number
Appears mine is nearly up?
My hair may be greying, I’ll not allow the grey matter
Follow down that path
Yes I have lots to grumble about, but what is the sense in that?
Energise your mind and body, not search out excuses
Nothing can stop you from growing old
So be brash, be bold
You may have lost your youthful looks
Live the gifts that you have been given
The path you trod is now winding
But think, did you always walk the straight and narrow?
Live for today, celebrate tomorrow.
(c) Chris Black. February 2018.