When Do We Grow Old

5 Apr

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

I  woke up in the morning,
mind refreshed and full of hope.
There is so much I want to do-
all within my scope.

My mind is willing, my mind alert-
I’ll spring right out of bed.
My mind is saying, “Go girl!”
but my back says, “Whoa”, instead.

Ego! Yes, ego is the culprit
in this aging game we play.
I don’t mind saying , “I’m 78,”
But, getting old???”No way!”

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3 Responses to “When Do We Grow Old”

  1. DiVoran Lites April 6, 2013 at 4:05 pm #

    This is refreshing a sit is the exact opposite of complaining about aging.
    Well written poem, scans beautifully.

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  2. itsrebekahlyn April 5, 2013 at 11:15 am #

    Love today’s poem!

    Sent from my iPhone

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  3. Onisha Ellis April 5, 2013 at 11:11 am #

    Love this. Our minds always feel younger than our bodies.

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