Aging

When You are Old by W. B. Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
Affirmation by Donald Hall
To grow old is to lose everything.
Age by Robert Creeley
Most explicit--
In View of the Fact by A. R. Ammons
The people of my time are passing away
Since Nine— by C. P. Cavafy
Half past twelve. The time has quickly passed
Self-Portrait by Adam Zagajewski
Between the computer, a pencil, and a typewriter
Two Horses and a Dog by James Galvin
Without external reference,
Age and Death by Emma Lazarus
Come closer, kind, white, long-familiar friend
Beyond the Years by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Beyond the years the answer lies
Looking Back in My Eighty-First Year by Maxine Kumin
Instead of marrying the day after graduation
this kind of fire by Charles Bukowski
sometimes I think the gods
My Lost Youth by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Often I think of the beautiful town
The Young Man's Song by W. B. Yeats
I whispered,
To Chloe: Who for his sake wished herself younger by William Cartwright
There are two births; the one when light
Blues by Elizabeth Alexander
I am lazy, the laziest
The Edges of Time by Kay Ryan
The Human Seasons by John Keats
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
El Dorado by Edgar Allan Poe
Gaily bedight, / A gallant knight,
To Earthward by Robert Frost
Love at the lips was touch
To Think of Time by Walt Whitman
To think of time—of all that retrospection
First Gestures by Julia Spicher Kasdorf
Among the first we learn is good-bye,
Poem at Thirty by Michael Ryan
The rich little kids across the street
The Chicago Poem by Jerome Rothenberg
the bridges of Chicago
Forgetfulness by Billy Collins
The name of the author is the first to go
The Widows of Gravesend by L. S. Asekoff
It is told & it is told & it is told again
The Tower by W. B. Yeats
What shall I do with this absurdity
Fear of the Future by John Koethe
In the end one simply withdraws
Refusing at Fifty-Two to Write Sonnets by Thomas Lynch
It came to him that he could nearly count
Abandonment Under the Walnut Tree by D. A. Powell
Something seems to have gnawed that walnut leaf
Almost Sixty by Jim Moore
No, I don't know
Quiet by Tony Hoagland
Prolonged exposure to death
Moonlight by Sara Teasdale
It will not hurt me when I am old
Fixed Interval by Devin Johnston
When he turns fifteen, you'll be fifty-four
to my last period by Lucille Clifton
well, girl, goodbye
Gerontion by T.S. Eliot
Here I am, an old man in a dry month