Why I grew old


I used to
Fly
Then one day
I flew no more

I used to
Dream
Then one day
I dreamed no more

I used to
Play
Then one day
I played no more

I used to be
young
Then one day
I grew old

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7 thoughts on “Why I grew old

  1. Parmis,
    What a lovely and poignant poem. It’s an inspiration.
    Alice

    Here’s my response:

    I used to be
    old
    Then one day
    I began to dance

    I began to
    dance
    Then one day
    I flew awake

    I began to
    fly
    Then one day
    life was a dream

    1. Thank you so much for your response poem. It was very uplifting. I feel this stage of my life is a great opportunity for growth. How does a woman in her late 30’s who is past marriage and planning a family and school and, etc. define herself? I suddenly feel “aging”. But I have been aging ever since my first heartbeat, but somehow It “feels” more real now. One of my all time favorite quotes “We don’t stop playing because we grow old, we grow old because we stop playing” which I believe is by George Bernard Shaw. I try to meditate on it often and nurture my playful inner child. I hope she can still dream of flying … In fact I am sure of it 🙂

      1. Parmis,
        You ask very good questions. Yes. Every day is a great opportunity for growth. What a nice way you have about re-framing things to the positive. I could stand to take a lesson from you. 😉

        I still like flying dreams the best. And I play more every day now.

        ((HUGS)) 🙂

        Alice

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