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
Old!
Too
old!
They told me
I was too
old!
Habits
Of a lifetime
Embedded
Within my
soul
I
Die
A
Daily
death
As I
Slowly
Tread
The
familiar
These
Hard concrete
corridors
Of
My discounted
memories |
| Basingstoke History Museum, UK |
This may be the last generation that ever has to grow old. According to science.
ReplyDeleteThat elusive elixir of youth... :)
DeleteIt's the daily death that sounds frightening.
ReplyDeleteIt was meant to capture the monotony of continual reiteration of memories. Deep, or strange, I know. :)
DeleteWhat an awesomely succinct poem, and a killer museum! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks. :)
DeleteYou 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!
ReplyDeletehappy h day!