Category Archives: Aging

Abstinence

It isn’t just possessing extra time,though I am old and clearly doing less.I always got some leisure; I’d a primedirective to indulge myself, I guess.I read so much and viewed it as no crime,I picked the English major to addressmy … Continue reading

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Behavior

Behavior reckoned age-appropriate,appareled and accessoried just so,comporting as our culture deems most fit,requires sense I never seemed to know,compliance that in soul I didn’t grow.And even now I don’t possess the gauge.I boggle at where expectations blow.Consistently, I fail to … Continue reading

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The Span

From expectation to realityexists a space where worry might be sown,where stress can root and angst can come to be.The span is temporal and may be bridgedwith sturdy planks of equanimity.I’m learning to reduce projection now,and register result while earnestlyaccepting … Continue reading

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Endorsed

We know a little rain (or more) will fallin every life. An adage tells us so.Experience confirms it for us all,but looking over 40 years will showfar less of pain and grief for some I knowthan many. One got cancer. … Continue reading

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The October Plan

October travel calls from months away.My first-born has her golden jubilee.I’m sponsoring a trip for us – I’ll paythe fares for where she’ll soon decide to be.It looks like London’s her first choice, to stayat least a week, with days … Continue reading

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Next

Announcing hospice as the next addressto which she’ll move her mother, I was stunned.I hid surprise to not compound her stress,but had no clue the case was moribund.Poor thing: her mother’s age is three years lessthan 80. We all thought … Continue reading

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On the Street

He wasn’t pleased I didn’t deign to pauseand let him canvass me to give or sign.His “don’t you care about black women” clauseexasperated me. I can refineobjection – I don’t quarrel with the cause –but I object to wasted words. … Continue reading

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Recess

I thought I’d dedicate today to rest –no exercise or writing, no commute.I’d be a sedentary girl – at best,I might acquire birthday gifts or fruit.But I have time – the shelf’s not destitute,and anniversaries are days away.I liked the … Continue reading

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Catarrh?

I used to know exactly how a coldproceeds in me, from throat to nose to chest.But unpredictable is growing old –less often ill but more allergic, messedin joint and hand strength, prone to bruise, cajoledby recollection. Am I sick? I … Continue reading

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Present Tuesdays

I go to work on Tuesday for no pay –the final phase in ending a careerI didn’t plan, that spanned until todaya half a century, it does appear.I put in half a day as volunteer,including lunch (good aliment and wine,and … Continue reading

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