Old Age
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, © 2020Old age you say
Happens in just a day
One minute you're fine
And then you start to decline.
They say you're over the hill
That you have had your fill
That life holds no more thrills
You end up taking more pills.
It sneaks up on you that old age
They say it is a life stage
Where did the years go
You have only wrinkles to show.
Forget all that stuff
It really is just fluff
It is just a number
It does not mean slumber.
You are still full of life
You take all things in strife
Forget about old age
It is just another page.
Keep that smile
Keep going the mile
You're young at heart
Even if you have more farts.
Happy Birthday Don't Be Blue
Poet: Julie Hebert, © 2011Happy birthday to you,
We know you feel blue.
It's time to get over it . . . .
There's nothing you can do!
We all eventually get old,
And it all feels foretold.
But aging can be good . . . .
Just take a look at mold!
So what if wrinkles come,
And your mind often feels dumb.
Don't worry about the hair loss . . . .
Your head will soon feel numb.
All joking aside,
We now must abide,
And sing happy birthday to you. . . . .
We all must now hide!
Another Year, Another Ache
Poet: Catherine PulsiferAnother year, another ache,
Your body's starting to bellyache,
Could it be your back or knee?
You're getting old, I can see.
Every year, it's something new,
But you soldier on and push through,
Aches and pains don't bring you down,
You keep smiling, never frown.
Funny Birthday Poems
The Good Old Days
Poet: Catherine PulsiferYou tell me about the good old days
Things were different in many ways.
I can't imagine no cell phone or tv
Life would be awful for me.
But you say the "good old days"
Really, "good", is that what you say?
Grandma, the changes you have seen!
In your days, I would not want to be a teen.
No washing machine, no dishwasher
Oh, Grandma what a disaster.
I am glad things have changed for me
The good old days, how terrible it would be.
I Remember
Poet: J. S. OgilvieWhen the name that I write here is dim on the page,
And the leaves of your album are yellow with age.
Still think of me kindly, and do not forget
That, wherever I am, I remember you yet.
Old Age
Poet: Edgar A. GuestI used to think that growing old was reckoned just in years,
But who can name the very date when weariness appears?
I find no stated time when man, obedient to a law,
Must settle in an easy chair and from the world withdraw.
Old Age is rather curious, or so it seems to me.
I know old men at forty and young men at seventy-three.
I'm done with counting life by years or temples turning gray.
No man is old who wakes with joy to greet another day.
What if the body cannot dance with youth's elastic spring?
There's many a vibrant interest to which the mind can cling.
'Tis in the spirit Age must dwell, or this would never be:
I know old men at forty and young men at seventy-three.
Some men keep all their friendships warm,
and welcome friendships new,
They have no time to sit and mourn the things they used to do.
This changing world they greet with joy and never bow to late;
On every fresh adventure they set out with hearts elate
From chilling fear and bitter dread they keep their spirits free
While some seem old at forty they stay young at seventy-three.
So much to do, so much to learn, so much in which to share!
With twinkling eyes and minds alert some brave both time and care.
And this I've learned from other men, that only they are old
Who think with something that has passed the tale of life is told.
For Age is not alone of time, or we should never see
Men old and bent at forty and men young at seventy-three.
Funny Poems About Aging
What Is Old
Poet: Catherine PulsiferOh, what is old? Let me ponder upon this quest,
40, 50, 60 or even 70, who knows best?
Does youth depart as silver strands multiply?
Or wisdom dawn as creaking joints amplify?
40, the years lie ahead, full of promise and zest,
50 brings memories to treasure and penance to digest,
60 whispers of wisdom, wrinkles etched with pride,
And at 70, we scoff, for age is just a humorous tide.
So let us embrace each number with laughter and glee,
For getting older means a lifetime of stories set free.
You May Wish
Poet: Catherine PulsiferYou may wish you could turn back the clock
The age you are turning is a shock
Years go flying by it seems
"I'm not old", you always scream.
This birthday poem is just for you
Although you are older don't be blue
Remember during this life stage
You can pretend and be any age!
Funny Poems About Life
Preserve Your Old Age
Poet: J. S. OgilvieMay beauty and truth.
Keep you in youth;
Green tea and sage.
Preserve your old age.
Old Age You Say
Poet: Kate SummersWhat is old age you say?
Is it when you are wrinkled and gray?
Is it when your days are all sunny
Or is it when life is just funny?
For many, old age is a friend
It doesn't mean life is at an end
Get up and dance and sing a tune
Don't sit and be a prune.
There are ups and downs each day
No matter what your age I say
So tip your hat and be merry
If you please have a glass of sherry.
Birthday Poems
You're A Living Legend
Poet: Catherine PulsiferYou're a shining example, oh so bold,
Refusing to be told you're too old,
Logic may say it's time to retire,
But you're still rocking life with unwavering fire.
Happy birthday to you, the eternal youth,
Laughing in the face of age, that's the truth.
So keep on enjoying, defying the norm,
You're a living legend, breaking every form.
Advantage of Old Age
by Sir Thomas BernardUncertainty as to life is
Not peculiar to old age.
The young and the active are
Even more liable to fatal accidents
And violent diseases than the aged;
And if the postponement of death
Be an advantage,
Age has already obtained it.
I Know
by Catherine PulsiferAnother birthday, oh what fun,
Another year, another one!
I never realized old could be so —
A time to laugh, a time to glow.
I won’t tell your age, don’t you fear,
But the candles grow each year!
A day to smile, a day so bright,
Filled with joy and pure delight.
Short Funny Old Age Poems for Birthday
Old age, they say, but you're still awake!
Happy birthday, laugh lines and all,
You're not old, just having a long hall.
Fear not, my friend, it's just life's playful way.
Numbers may rise, but worry not a smidge,
For in the game of age, laughter's the winning bridge!
And remembering names becomes a dire need.
Old age is that stage, seasoned and wise,
When you're thrilled by a sale on orthopedic supplies!
Old age? Nah, just letting wisdom show.
Joints may creak, and glasses may fog,
But laughter keeps you dancing like a lively log.
Birthday Poems for Grandma
But in your age, you find pure delight.
Happy birthday, the older, the better,
Life's one big, hilarious love letter.
But you're still rocking in every way.
Happy birthday, with a wink and a grin,
Old age is just the start of the win.
And you're aging in the funniest way.
Happy birthday, with a humorous cheer,
Old age suits you, my friend, crystal clear!
