Wednesday, 9 April 2014

Habits Die Hard

It's been said that growing old is not for sissies.  How very true that is but, if we consider the alternative, I'll happily take the tough times.

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
Daily death

As I
Slowly
Tread
The familiar

These
Hard concrete corridors
Of
My discounted memories

Basingstoke History Museum, UK


7 comments:

  1. This may be the last generation that ever has to grow old. According to science.

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    1. That elusive elixir of youth... :)

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  2. It's the daily death that sounds frightening.

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    1. It was meant to capture the monotony of continual reiteration of memories. Deep, or strange, I know. :)

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  3. What an awesomely succinct poem, and a killer museum! :)

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    1. Thanks. :)

      You should see the museum. We spent a day there and it wasn't nearly enough. The UK is steeped in such history...

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  4. the mind is willing, but the body keeps deteriorating! fun poem - and so true, aging is not for the weak!
    happy h day!

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