It’s alright
To grow older
And feel your bones creak
From the weight of all those years
It’s alright
To sit still and reflect
On where your past
has taken you
It’s alright
To struggle a bit
Stringing words together
To make them fit neatly
Into a single potent thought
It’s alright
To feel a measure of loss
When one of your old friends
Decides to check out
It’s alright
To stare out into the evening
While the moon rises
In the blue black sky
And wonder about
The places you never got to see
It’s alright
To feel your age
And some days
Even older than dirt
It’s alright
That the world feels
Like it’s moving faster
Then you’d like it to
It’s alright
That you can close your eyes
And see time like
So many grains of sand
Tumbling through an hourglass
It’s alright
It is alright, Jim, and most days I can convince myself of that. Thanks for this, very nice.
Hello Jim, loved this piece, perhaps even more as I myself look to turning another year older into the realm of 70’s. This piece confirms what I have been telling myself lately, “It’s alright to grow old”! Thank you
Thanks you Lynn. Hope all is well down your way.
Thanks Carolyn.
Love this my friend. Good to see your post again, always inspiring.
Thanks Larry. That was written on one of the rare days when I actually was feeling my age.
Beautifully stated Jim…. and YES. It’s alright.