Category Archives: Aging

The Life in a Day

Awakening at dawn or just before,I limp in hip and creak in stretching back.No tragedy – a decade past three score,I’m fortunate to duck a worse attack.Two hours later, coffee-fueled and donewith daily puzzles, news, and writing time,I bike and … Continue reading

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Impasse

For one who worried young on wasting time,she seems to have too much of leisure now.The afternoons she longed for in her prime,available four days a week, allowfair interlude for crafting prose and rhyme,enrolling in a program of know-how…But such … Continue reading

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Morass

I fell into the news morass last night.About to stream, I network-paused and sawthe devastating fires. Then my sightwas taken by the despot twisting lawagain – no taste, surprise, not wise, not right.I flashed to Ozymandias and Musk.I sobered and … Continue reading

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Anointment

I woke to feel decrepit in two joints.My left knee griped, and something in my wrist(the left as well) objected when it pointsup on the ulnar side. I made a fistand rested some, and as the day anointsme, as I … Continue reading

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The Pace of Age

The movement of the hour hand defiesmammalian observation, just the sameas floral growth is hidden from our eyes.For we evolved to play the hunting game,reactive to attack but not too wiseabout slow changes. That’s how aging cameon me – too … Continue reading

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The Sitting Tree

I call the office, weekdays, 4 pm.And when I’m in the city at that timeI sometimes stop, cough up commuting phlegm,and perch here where the kids are wont to climb.I adult-talk before I play with them.Today I tag this sitting … Continue reading

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Rueful

The lunchtime wine was great at 1 pmbut afterward my head began to ache,my throat to dry: results a diademimpressing me with lessons I should takeaway, about restraining for the sakeof comfort at a precious matinee.I sought to see that … Continue reading

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Projects

The phrase “by baby steps” does not make sense –to walk matriculates the human stagefrom infancy to toddlerhood. Defenseof verbal right, upon the air or page,propels me to employ, at no expense,some syllables more faultless to engage.I’m pruning, shredding matter … Continue reading

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For Now

For now, I’m feeling younger than my years.I’m noting painless days, agility,and optimistic attitude. What rearsin me for now is positivity.Although I have concerns, no freight appearsto press me down, and flexibilityis even better than the breadth I seek.I take … Continue reading

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Old Timer

Among descendants, there are issues now.One has a mystery disease of eye.Another seems amnesiac on howto handle money, budget, or applyparental strategy. A third won’t trya path to health without a doctor’s fix.I turn to pruning plants and prose, and … Continue reading

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