These old-age poems explore the nuances of aging and the wisdom that comes with time. They pay tribute to the richness of life’s experiences, delving into the memories, lessons, and hardships that shape older people.
These verses may contemplate the passage of time, acceptance of mortality, and the beauty of embracing one’s age with grace. Poets use the imagery of wrinkles, silver hair, and the journey of a lifetime to convey the complexities and wisdom accompanying old age.
‘Grandfather’ offers a moving and memorable portrayal of a man who pushes back against his old age right up to the end.
They brought him in on a stretcher from the world,
Wounded but humorous; and he soon recovered.
Boiler-rooms, row upon row of gantries rolled
Away to reveal the landscape of a childhood
Theresa Lola’s ‘Equilibrium’ is a phenomenal portrayal of decline in the face of what ought to be a family celebration.
My new-born brother wailed into existence
and my grandfather's eyes became two stopwatchescounting down his own exit. After the naming ceremony
my grandfather was quiet as a cut open for autopsy.
‘Next Day’ by Randall Jarrell is a confessional poem with a conversational tone that articulates the complex emotions of aging and change.
Moving from Cheer to Joy, from Joy to All,
I take a box
And add it to my wild rice, my Cornish game hens.
‘Bahnhofstrasse’ by James Joyce recalls a moment of physical discomfort that’s ingrained itself in the mind of the speaker as being exemplary of the woes inherent to old age.
The eyes that mock me sign the way
Whereto I pass at eve of day.
Grey way whose violet signals are
The trysting and the twining star.
‘Crabbed Age and Youth’ by William Shakespeare is an interesting poem that speaks about the differences between age and youth.
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together:
Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care;
Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather;
Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare.
‘Childhood’ explores the transitory moment when a child becomes aware of the passing of time, and the process of growing old.
I used to think that grown-up people chose
To have stiff backs and wrinkles round their nose,
And veins like small fat snakes on either hand,
On purpose to be grand.
William Butler Yeats’ poem ‘When You Are Old’ is directly addressed to his lover, most probably Maud Gonne who was an Irish revolutionary.
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
Sonnet 73, ‘That time of year thou mayst in me behold’, explores love’s resilience in the face of human transience.
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
‘Growing Old’ is about the reality of aging and how ones youthful expectations will not be fulfilled as one’s body losing beauty and strength.
What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The luster of the eye?
Is it for beauty to forego her wreath?
Kavanagh’s poem portrays feelings of grief with startling potency by emphasising the presence of the speaker’s deceased father.
Every old man I see
Reminds me of my father
When he had fallen in love with death
One time when sheaves were gathered.
‘The Professor’ presents an aging teacher speaking with pride and habit about his family, health, and changing times, offering a glimpse into post-independence Indian life and identity.
Remember me? I am Professor Sheth.
Once I taught you geography. Now
I am retired, though my health is good. My wife died some years back.
By God's grace, all my children
‘Conductor’ by Marilyn Nelson offers the rousing introspections of a conductor on The Underground Railroad who asserts the necessity of replacing self-preservation with an instinctual selflessness.
When did my knees learn how to forecast rain,
and my hairbrush start yielding silver curls?
Of late, a short walk makes me short of breath,
and every day begins and ends with pain.
This section of ‘The Merchant’s Tale’ by Geoffrey Chaucer introduces January’s squire and provides details of the wedding night.
Mayus, that sit with so benyngne a chiere,
Hire to biholde it semed fayerye.
Queene Ester looked nevere with swich an ye
On Asseur, so meke a look hath she.
‘Beachcomber’ by Carol Ann Duffy is a powerful piece about memory and the past. The poem is narrated from the perspective of an older woman who is trying to remember scenes from a day at the beach.
If you think till it hurts
you can almost do it without getting off that chair
scare yourself
within an inch of the heart
‘Touch Me’ by Stanley Kunitz is a moving poem about aging, the loss of identity, and desire. It explores what keeps people, and creatures of all varieties, going as they enter the final “season” of their life.
Summer is late, my heart.
Words plucked out of the air
some forty years ago
when I was wild with love