The Old Guy
By mark p
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When did I become the old guy?
When ambition has long gone
And getting through the day my only goal
No more the thrusting young buck of old,
I’m passed over , out in the cold.
When did I become the old guy?
When everyone seems younger
And I hide from old friends in shopping malls
for fear of what they might ask about
How well or otherwise I’m looking.
When did I become the old guy?
Time has passed so fast,
I’m greyer each week,
Face lined and haggard,
lived in, hard travelled.
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I enjoyed this poem! You
I enjoyed this poem! You eloquently sum up much of what it is to become older.
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We can never pin down the
We can never pin down the point in our lives when we became old. I felt old when I turned thirty, when my kids were born, when I turned sixty, when my grandkids were born ... and I'm even older now. It happens a bit more every day but we never know exactly when, as the words in your poem highlight so well.
Turlough
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Feeling Old
I think you start to feel old when you finally realise that you're not particularly important after all.
Of course, looking back more than forwards, is a classic sign!
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