Slowing Down
Aging creeps up
like a shadow
on a wall.
Steps seem
like mountains
and eyesight
a faded sunset.
The birds still
are singing
in the trees
to ease growing
old, a reminder
that hope is still
a part of life.
Barbara Siekierski is a writer from Swarthmore, PA.
I can relate... :)
ReplyDeleteThis is so very true. Though I'm still middle-aged I see my parents go through their elder years with trials and pains. I don't look forward to some of the things that you must endure after getting that old. You have written a magnificent poem. I really enjoyed reading this awesome piece, Great work,
ReplyDeleteRussell
Hi Barbara, Thank you for sharing your well written poem. Everyone can relate one way or another to your message. Good wishes, Chris~
ReplyDeleteBarbara,
ReplyDeleteI liked this. You make growing old seem not so bad.
Your friend,
David Fox
Hi Everyone,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind comments on Barbara's creative poem. I will send them to her. Good use of imagery to share your thoughts, Barbara. It is always a pleasure to publish your poetry.
Blessings and best wishes,
Karen