It’s Something Called AGE

Do I hear a knock, knock?
My reverie is rudely interrupted
as I plumb the depths
to another world.

Something suspicious is creeping in
with jarring aches and numbing pain
repeated reminders
of life losing its rosy hues
to listless, grey fatigue.

The silent struggle
pelted by fading sound
dims fury’s fire
bottled in a sagging body.

Forget those senior moments
staying “39” forever
now wrapped in wrinkles
listening to crackling bones
climbing the stairs to nowhere.

Sensitive to sunlight’s glare
memory fastens to a melody
munching mechanically
on tasteless fiber
while walking off those extra pounds
clinging like seaweed to cushioned fat.

The air laced with fumbling complaints
meets thinning top hair
sprouting elsewhere in speeding abandon.

That afternoon nap freshens minds
caught in tech mishaps
visiting streams of doctors
pushing pills aplenty
with no end in sight.

“In my day…” sounds hollow
as reality casually slips into
that sly sleeve called AGE.

Viola Athaide, a student of Theology, is actively involved in parish life, leading Bible courses, the Prayer Group, and the Ministry with Maturing Adults.

  • Caroline Maloney
    Posted at 01:14h, 17 August Reply

    WOW! So many things in your gorgeous, brilliant poem! “Life losing its rosy hues….grey fatigue….bottled in a sagging body”! Thank you so much for so clearly naming what seems like “stairs to nowhere””. Your poem is truly a gem and a keeper!

    Posted at 10:04h, 17 August Reply

    Worth pondering and even contemplating … not once but twice, thrice and more …. until we realize!

  • mario coutinho
    Posted at 12:09h, 17 August Reply

    Viola, you have brought the inevitable, namely aging, and its accompanying debilitating effects to our awareness in beautiful poetic form. This poem makes one see the unavoidable for all of us. This instills a sense of humor and in so doing, makes life very bearable. I suggest to all to keep this poem and whenever, one feels trapped, with the effects of aging, read this poem again and take comfort from it.
    Thank you Viola for an excellent work of literary comfort.


  • Sylvia Lee
    Posted at 12:39h, 17 August Reply

    Thank you for sharing your poem, Viola.

    We are all aging from Day One …
    May God bless us all on our journey !

  • Dileep Athaide
    Posted at 13:15h, 17 August Reply

    Looking forward to sharing some of these experiences some day – thanks Viola for the “warning”!

  • Peter Bisson
    Posted at 14:43h, 17 August Reply

    Thank you Viola!

  • Tonis Kilp
    Posted at 17:49h, 17 August Reply

    The best medicine for aging is laughter, keep smiling and thank you for sharing, many blessings, take care and all the best.

  • rosa scarpino
    Posted at 20:44h, 17 August Reply

    Thank you Viola. It is so true for me. Thank God for a sagging body, and wrinkles and medicine and all the aches and pains, it keeps me real and always asking God for help. You are a beautiful lady, God loves you, Rosa.

  • Jacqui Hubbard
    Posted at 07:24h, 18 August Reply

    Once again you have hit the nail on the head and described the process of aging in ways that we can all relate. You are such a gem.

  • Harriet
    Posted at 09:04h, 18 August Reply

    Had a chuckle as you captured our process into aging so well.

  • Linda R Rego
    Posted at 20:38h, 18 August Reply

    Age, Indeed!

  • Maria Lobo
    Posted at 22:55h, 18 August Reply

    It’s absolutely amazing how you have presented your ‘experiential’ truth about AGE in such a colourful way. Your contemplative poems and articles are always so creative….and give us lots of food for thought!
    Keep on sharing this awesome God-given gift of yours!

  • Christine Domingo
    Posted at 09:06h, 19 August Reply

    Ugh, Oh No!!! But the reality of it all has go set in as we journey through life. Beautifully expressed – truth coupled with light-heartedness … thank you Viola.

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