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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