Poet: Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The days grow shorter, the nights grow longer,
The headstones thicken along the way;
And life grows sadder but love grows stronger
For those who walk with us, day by day.
The tear comes quicker, the laugh comes slower,
The courage is lesser to do and dare;
And the tide of joy in the heart runs lower,
And seldom covers the reefs of care.
But all true things in the world seem truer,
And the better things of the earth seem best;
And friends are dearer as friends are fewer,
And love is all as our sun dips west.
Then let us clasp hands as we walk together,
And let us speak softly, in love's sweet tone;
For no man knows, on the morrow, whether
We two pass by, or but one alone.
Our attitude towards aging can determine our happiness. You may also be encouraged by our collection of growing old poems.
Poet: Julie Hebert, ©2011
The best is yet to be,
Our love will set us free.
So please take care of me
I want to grow old together with thee.
To grow old with thee,
Would forever be such glee.
We'd hold hands and be,
As happy as one, two, three.
So when to make us we?
Is marriage someone we agree?
Cause if your answer is let's be,
Man and wife, whoopee!
Together is our key,
To happiness on some degree.
I'm so happy to be a we,
With you I will always be free.
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Poet: Arlo Bates
For age is the chilling of heart;
And thine, as mine can tell,
Is as young and warm as when first we heard
The sound of our bridal bell!
I turned and kissed her ripe red lips:
"Let time do its worst on me,
If in my soul, my Love, my Faith,
I never seem old to thee!"
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Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Getting old can seem so mean
We are no longer fit and lean
Our hair has gone grey and white
And we no longer stay up late at night.
But one thing is better that's for sure
Our love and you, I adore.
So getting old is not so bad
With you at my side makes me glad.
Birthday Poems for Husband
Poet: Unknown
Will affection still infold me
When the day of life declines;
When old age with ruthless rigor
Plows my face in furrowed lines;
When the eye forgets its seeing,
And the hand forgets its skill,
And the very words prove rebel
To the mind's once kingly will;
When the deaf ear, strained to listen,
Scarcely hears the opening word
And the unfathomed depths of feeling
Are by no swift current stirred;
When fond memory, like a limner,
Many a line perspective casts,
Spreading out our bygone pleasures
On the canvas of the past;
When the leaping blood grows sluggish,
And the fire of youth has fled;
When the friends who now surround us
Half are numbered with the dead;
When the years appear to shorten,
Scarcely leaving us a trace;
When Old Time with bold approaches
Marks his dial on my face;
When our present hopes, all gathered,
Lie like dead flowers on our track;
When the whole of our existence
Is one fearful looking back;
When each wasted hour of talent,
Hardly measured now at all,
Sends its witness back to haunt us,
Like the writing on the wall;
When the ready tongue is palsied,
And the form is bowed with care;
When our only hope is heaven,
And our only help is prayer;
When our idols, broken round us,
Fall amid the ranks of men;
Until Death uplifts the curtain -
Will thy love endure till then?
Poems About Life and Love
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Love is rainbows and sunshine
All types of weather
But it truly doesn't matter
As long as we are together.
Love is grand when we are young
And as we age, love is great
Our love just gets stronger
We have a bond that will not break.
Love is growing old with you
It is a great experience, it is like
A touch of heaven coming through
I thank God every day for you!
