When a Man Grows Old

he wonders where his life has gone
with so little of himself left to get up in the mornings

the playful boy has a new home
and now walks the banks of the river
skipping stones with other boys

the young builder puts away his tools
to watch other young men build things

the wise gray-haired gentleman
living to counsel others
forgets more than he remembers
and concentrates on not spilling his morning coffee

the old man, living all week for a sunday walk
just sits in his chair, watching birds on the feeder
thinking of all that has been
wondering why autumn leaves surrender to the winter snow

Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.

Biography Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling.  Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here. Contact Information Contact Don Iannone by email: diannone@gmail.com

12 thoughts on “When a Man Grows Old”

  1. Thanks Polona. Indeed that is true.

    Nasra: Thank you. As they say, there’s alway tomorrow, or the next incarnation. (Unless of course one believes we go around but once).

    Aurora: Thank you and glad you liked it.

    Andrew: Thanks. Best not allow aging to get to you (us). That too is life. Songs can wait. The kids need your music more.

    Floots: Thanks. And me too. I am growing to love the word “grace.” Everyday it means more and more to me.

  2. This one got me — maybe it’s just because I’m alone tonight, but I was really taken by this. I need to cheer up, though. 🙂
    p.s.- I haven’t forgotten about the song, I’m just in the middle of getting school started.

  3. There so much magic in this poem …its never been so poetical to grow old but here you are your brought the magic into to growing old a face that it is sad to look at but everyone of us has to go through

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