Now that I'm old I just can't keep on moving
I can now relax because I have nowhere to go.
The rest of my life I'll sit because all my life I've been hustling
This is the reality, this is what my life has come to.
Society now gives credence to the wrong things.
Modern culture is now full of triviality,
And ethics and decency got affixed with wings
Then right after, flew off and left us with mediocrity.
I see my age as a factor in just about everything
Especially because I came from the old school
Where courtesy and respect was the thing,
An era in which it was a sin to become a fool.
I see my age also as a blessing in so many ways,
For I have lived beyond my youth to this day.
And no matter what my age and gray hair says
I'll always be that boy who grew up with Kid N' Play.
The adage says age is nothing but a number
Yet in the era beyond my prime, it matters.
It matters because there's a lot to do when you're older.
To hell with the world because I'll have nursing home workers.
Besides, Everything funny I say or do my age will explain
Be it good or bad, vile or wise, and even right or wrong.
My age will be a yardstick and until death requires no discipline.
All I have to do is sit in my rocking chair and sing the old age song.
To become gray old and wrinkled is to enter the wisdom stage
A time when every word I utter will have a positive impact
And every word of motivation from me will open a page
For the people around me and generations after I depart.
IB-Poetry©️
2/28/2018
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 10:28 PM UTC
Now that I'm old I just can't keep on moving
I can now relax because I have nowhere to go.
The rest of my life I'll sit because all my life I've been hustling
This is the reality, this is what my life has come to.
Society now gives credence to the wrong things.
Modern culture is now full of triviality,
And ethics and decency got affixed with wings
Then right after, flew off and left us with mediocrity.
I see my age as a factor in just about everything
Especially because I came from the old school
Where courtesy and respect was the thing,
An era in which it was a sin to become a fool.
I see my age also as a blessing in so many ways,
For I have lived beyond my youth to this day.
And no matter what my age and gray hair says
I'll always be that boy who grew up with Kid N' Play.
The adage says age is nothing but a number
Yet in the era beyond my prime, it matters.
It matters because there's a lot to do when you're older.
To hell with the world because I'll have nursing home workers.
Besides, Everything funny I say or do my age will explain
Be it good or bad, vile or wise, and even right or wrong.
My age will be a yardstick and until death requires no discipline.
All I have to do is sit in my rocking chair and sing the old age song.
To become gray old and wrinkled is to enter the wisdom stage
A time when every word I utter will have a positive impact
And every word of motivation from me will open a page
For the people around me and generations after I depart.
IB-Poetry©️
2/28/2018
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