Going For A Stroll
When will I be too old?
To be left alone, out in the cold
With my naked words still unsold
When will I be too old?
To be left alone, silently uncontrolled
With my protest words still brave and bold
When will I be too old?
To stop exploring the rivers yet extolled
With my visionary words still to be told
Who will hold my hand for the last stroll?
When I finally crumble and unfold
Featured Photo by Ivor Steven
Always a joy to read anything written by Ivor! This poem is ponderful and asks important questions. Also, encourages us to not let aging stop us. Keep on keeping on to the very end. 🙂
YAY for being well-seasoned! 😉 (I don’t like the word old! 😉 )
(((HUGS))) 🙂
Thank you Carolyn and your comments gratefully received by this well-seasoned poet .. and the wheels are still strolling on 😊🌏
Ageing cannot stop your sgile brain, Ivor! Gem of a verse!
Thank you Punam 😊I treasure your reply 😍
Thank you Panum.. for your visit here, and your sparking comment ..😀😎
Many will identify with and appreciate this, Ivor
Hi Derrick and thank you for coming over … yes your right.. my words here for are for everyone who’s aging .. and thinking about that inevitable finishing line
Thank you for visiting me here at CHW
Haha .. I think my still strolling along ok 😊🌏😍
What a wonderful poem, Ivor. Ageing can not stop a good and kind-hearted soul like yourself.
Hopefully I am able stay a kind and good hearted soul throughout my ageing process
.. thanks Eugenia 😊😋
Beautifully written poem Ivor.
Thank you Jo and it’s wonderful to see as fellow Geelong Writers member here on CHW 😊🌏
Excellent poetry!
Thank you Walt …for your kind praise .. haha, you better watch out mate.. I’ve got my foot in the door, the little old poet from Geelong … maybe I’ll become an honary Americian …
Nice work Ivor. Lovely to see you putting your thoughts out there for us all to appreciate.
Thank you Pip, I appreciate your visit here at CHW .. 😀🤗
A heartfelt poem that left me pondering how can we better honor the wise elders in our world. Concise and beautifully done.
Thank you Ali .. so lovely to see you here at CHW 😊🌏
If we set a timetable for when we will be too old, it might become a self-fulfilling prophecy. As long as we can find meaning and a purpose, we will trudge along till we no longer can! Ivor, you have a long way to go yet! Thank you for the lovely, thought-provoking poem. <3