Growing Old

Growing old is no fun.  Others may disagree and that’s fine.

I  lived life, busy with my plans for the future.  Big plans ahead, there will always be a tomorrow.

One day,  I have difficulty getting up, the next day I can’t.  I have fallen and I can’t get up.

I ponder, how do I get up? Dim memories and fleeting strength thwart my efforts.

Berated, surrounded by laughter and pity few offer a helping hand.

In growing old, I accept limitations as well as the knowledge of possibly no tomorrow.

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7 thoughts on “Growing Old

  1. Let an old man (almost 68, having survived Leucemia in 1998) tell you, there´s much more ahead, and our fierce anger and struggle is needed! Reading with sorrow!

    1. You are a survivor! I once thought I was but my recent experiences tell me I am worthless. I have no rights and my opinion and feelings don’t matter. I am too old and weak to fight back. ;(

  2. I know this is an older post, but I hope you’re still able to keep going and to keep fighting back against all the lies in this world. You’ve been so encouraging to me ever since we communicated with each other on WordPress. I know you’ve got so many more things to give while also being able to reach some goals you may have (whatever they may be). These aren’t platitudes and even though I still struggle with my own issues, I know people like us do their best to not just survive, but thrive.

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