Category Archives: Aging

Reversal of Intention

How often now I wake and feel my age,and shuffle to the kitchen for my brew,and listen to my neck, and try to gaugethe quantity of creaks and tweaks. I skewintention – maybe I should rest today.Perhaps I’ll take it … Continue reading

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Wisdom Discount

I gave up cannabis a while ago.I had to stop all smoking, and what’s more,the high was unreliable. I knowsome other ways to take it in, but vapeinduced a cough, and gummies didn’t showa benefit I could appreciate.My wisdom discount … Continue reading

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You’re Always Tired

You’re always tired now. We understand.You’re nearly 98, and what’s requiredis rest, although that isn’t what you planned.You’re always tired. We wish these slowing changes had inspiredsome thoughtfulness, a little self-command,but you’d as soon return to feeling wired. So you … Continue reading

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Geriatric Insomnia

If I were you I wouldn’t fret so much –I’d never let insomnia affectmy attitude. I’d try to get in touchwith rest by inspiration. I’d expectto soothe with meditation, breath and such.I wouldn’t toss until my sheets were wrecked,or seek … Continue reading

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Parsimony

The dowager becomes more miserlywith every year that’s passed. Although her wealthincreases from compound longevity,and she sustains most limb and organ health,her gift for giving dims more than her sight;her spending’s lost more volume than her ears.For holidays she writes … Continue reading

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Why I Walk (An Acrostic Sonnet)

Without a doubt this is my exercise.However old or sore I grow to be,You’ll notice I am walking, body-wiseIn every weather, till adversityWithholds me, trips me, interrupts my flow.And I can list the benefits I win,Like movement, and the way … Continue reading

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Then Again

It’s not that I’m still tired when I wake,and wheel my feet to floor and head to rise.But often I’m inclined to take a breakfrom any wonted form of exercise.I feel a little impulse to rebelagainst the claim of bike … Continue reading

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Yoga for Cyclists

A little yoga almost every dayhas been an exercise for near two years.And now I’m old enough to slow the wayits poses ask, the ritual appearsto ease my elder aches and stem the sway,affording patience, introducing spheresto me of conscious … Continue reading

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No Salt Halt

Of late my lower legs are feeling tight.They look okay but skin is stretched a bit.Am I retaining water? My delightis salty food and I don’t plan to quit(at least not yet). It’s age that I indict –my snacking may … Continue reading

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Folding

It’s easy to be fearful when you’re old.I’ve seen you trip and take two months to mend.You’re likely to stay in more, and beholdexistence through a screen, where headlines bendthe news to terrorize. You feel the coldmore often, and predicted … Continue reading

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