Aging: The Good, the Bad, and the Tolerable
O is for On Aging
On Aging Poem by Maya Angelou
When you see me sitting quietly,
Like a sack left on the shelf,
Don’t think I need your chattering.
I’m listening to myself.
Hold! Stop! Don’t pity me!
Hold! Stop your sympathy!
Understanding if you got it,
Otherwise I’ll do without it!
When my bones are stiff and aching,
And my feet won’t climb the stair,
I will only ask one favor:
Don’t bring me no rocking chair.
When you see me walking, stumbling,
Don’t study and get it wrong.
‘Cause tired don’t mean lazy
And every goodbye ain’t gone.
I’m the same person I was back then,
A little less hair, a little less chin,
A lot less lungs and much less wind.
But ain’t I lucky I can still breathe in.


That is SOME poem! Thank you. Will all these be in one place to see at the end. I am sure I missed one or two
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Yes, Michele, I am planning to post them tomorrow, May 14
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Yes!
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I lost my Mom last January, she would have been nodding along while reading this. Right till the end being her… 🙂 Hugs to you and thank you for a good memory brought to the surface.
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Sorry you lost your mom. Poetry does have a way to connect us to past memories, sometimes sad. Thanks for visiting my blog.
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