I find it truly sad that so very many people don't ever get the opportunity to grow old. Cherish each and every day and it's alright if your lifetime of habits are the only things which keep you going because sometimes that's all that we have to cling on to.
HABITS DIE HARD
They told me
I was too old!
Of a lifetime
EmbeddedWithin my soul
Hard concrete corridors
OfMy discounted memories
This may be the last generation that ever has to grow old. According to science.ReplyDelete
That elusive elixir of youth... :)Delete
It's the daily death that sounds frightening.ReplyDelete
It was meant to capture the monotony of continual reiteration of memories. Deep, or strange, I know. :)Delete
What an awesomely succinct poem, and a killer museum! :)ReplyDelete
You should see the museum. We spent a day there and it wasn't nearly enough. The UK is steeped in such history...
the mind is willing, but the body keeps deteriorating! fun poem - and so true, aging is not for the weak!ReplyDelete
happy h day!