POEM STARTER

Write a poem from the perspective of an elderly person about the topic of their inner child.

Grey

Getting old,

It’s such a relative term.

It’s more of a state of mind

Than it is anything else.


When I get old,

I won’t really be old,

I’ll still play on the swings,

And laugh at little things.


I won’t be confused

And look down upon

The new generations.


And most of all,

I’ll still be me,

Not a grumpy,

Grey, Grandma.


But as I age,

So does the

Rest of the World.


And soon enough,

Everyone that matters

Will fade away,

Leaving me,

Leaving me till

I’m just as faded

And grey.

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