When Did I Get So Old?

Old Lady Feet
Old Lady Feet

When I got out of bed I looked at my feet

When did I get so old?

As I combed my hair, I noticed all the gray

When did I get so old?

My son told me "your hair's not gray but silver
My son told me "your hair's not gray but silver

While my grandchilden and I were brushing our teeth I stared

When did I get SO WIDE?

I mean old

While I cooked breakfast, I looked at my hands

spotted with age and thin of skin

When did I get so old

I was down on my knees and couldn't get up

When did I get so old?

I don't feel old

Not in my soul

When the me inside looks out of my eyes, everything feels the same.

I am still the same as I was back

when I laid on the ground and looked up at the sky or

when I saw the first flowers of spring and

when I climbed high in a tree and looked down to see my mom jumping frantically around

The question I ask as I talk with my God is

WHEN DID I GET SO OLD?

My God
My God

God just shook his head and he laughed at me.

"Carol," he said with a wink of his eye, "Have only two choices life.

You can get old or die young."

I sighed and said, "As always dear Lord, you are right again."


I'm not old

and I became bold.

It's time to turn things around

So I took a trip with my sis

My Sis
My Sis

Up past the bridge

The Mackinaw Bridge
The Mackinaw Bridge

Searched for crayfish on the Au Sable

In search of the elusive crayfish
In search of the elusive crayfish

Where we went searching in vain for a warbler quite rare.

Those warblers where hid in the jack pines of Mich.

Kirkland Warbler
Kirkland Warbler
Jack Pine
Jack Pine

So we stopped and had pasties instead.

My pastie and I
My pastie and I

Then back toTee lake where I learned how to kayak instead!

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Gypsy Willow 4 years ago from Lake Tahoe Nevada USA , Wales UK and Taupo New Zealand

Lovely humerous poem. We must be of a similar age group because I know exactly where you're coming from! The grandkids the the main compensation for getting old


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reddog1027 4 years ago from Atlanta, GA Author

I agree, the grand kids are the best reason for getting old but I am of the opinion "that I will not go quietly into the night". I am going to take advantage of every day I have on this earth and step out bold. And to quote my dear friend Buzz Light Year, "to infinity and beyond".


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Gypsy Willow 4 years ago from Lake Tahoe Nevada USA , Wales UK and Taupo New Zealand

Quite!


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remaniki 4 years ago from Chennai, India

Lovely poem so natural and realistic! I enjoyed reading your hub. I am sharing this with my followers. Pinning it too. Cheers, Rema.


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reddog1027 4 years ago from Atlanta, GA Author

Thanks Remi and please feel free to use it wherever you want.:D


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ErinElise 4 years ago from Near Sacramento, California

What a nice poem, I really enjoyed reading it.


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europewalker 4 years ago

Very relatable poem. We are in the same boat! Well done:) Voted up


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reddog1027 4 years ago from Atlanta, GA Author

I don't claim to be much of a poet so thanks to all for your complements. I am glad that you enjoyed it!


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Eileen Hughes 3 years ago from Northam Western Australia

Yes, it just sought of sneaks up on us. But we just have to think and be only as old as we feel. (that is if we still feel young)


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Linda Pogue 2 years ago from Missouri

I love this poem. I could relate to all of it. My husband, bless his heart, says I look young for someone older than dirt. Got to love his humor. I keep telling myself that. Getting old has its compensations, though. I have grandchildren to love, enough sense to not do some of the things I used to want to do, and even have more time to do some of what I still want to do.


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reddog1027 2 years ago from Atlanta, GA Author

I can't help but think we are kindred spirits. Thats exactly how I feel. I am not as interested in things and more interested in the people that I love. Like you there are things that I have left behind like roller skating. did you know that you could break a hip doing that but still embrace learning something new every day. Thanks for your input Linda.


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Romanian 21 months ago from Oradea, Romania

This is a very beautiful poem. When we look in the mirror after many years, we see there another person, an old man, and we can't believe it's us.

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