Old People

Old people are just old.
They’ve always been so or so I’ve been told.
They turn up the heat, complain of the cold,
Complain for the price bread is being sold.
Old people are just old

Old people have always been
Old on the outside as well as within,
Have always had their double-chin,
Waddled faces wrapped with wrinkled skin,
Old people have always been.

If you think so, you’ll find to your chagrin
Like you they once were something to behold,
Their life and vigor, brazen, brash, and bold
Which you may still see in their eyes and grin,
But you’ll know it some future day when,
You become old like them.

© Randy Edwards 2018.

The couple are my great-great grandparents. I love this portrait.
Francis and Harriett Spitler

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About randamir

I pastor Grace Presbyterian Church in Kernersville, North Carolina which locals fondly refer to as K-vegas -- the town not the church. As D.T. Niles once said, "I am not important except to God."

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