Aging Ain't for Me
This aging process ain’t for me.
It’s hard to fade with dignity.
There’s much I can no longer do.
My losses– great, my triumphs– few.
I used to stride courageously,
but now I stumble stupidly.
I’d like to live within a bubble,
sealed off from senile stress and trouble.
Past heaven’s gate perhaps I’ll find
a God respectful, wise and kind.
Tom Greening
Time Still Left
I’d like to think that I have done some good
and helped mired struggling souls feel understood.
I’ve listened, cared, and tried to hear each tale
of hardship, loss, endurance and travail,
of guilt and shame and wearying distress,
abandonment and barren loneliness.
From this tough job I now will take my leave
with time still left in which I can retrieve
some youthful verve, ebullience and zest
before I lie down for my final rest.
Tom Greening
Books of Tom Greening’s serious and humorous poems are available at Amazonopens in new window:
Words Against the Voidopens in new window
Poems for and about Eldersopens in new window
Animals I Have Knownopens in new window
Poems for Yale Classmatesopens in new window
Jazz Poems opens in new window
Nasreddin the Psychologist, an illustrated satire in Englishopens in new window or Farsiopens in new window.
Other poems are available onlineopens in new window.