Category Archives: Aging

Resisting Meds

I bought black market drugs some years ago,when I was young and laws had not yet passed.Back then, of course there was no way to knowtheir provenance – who held them next to last.But that was better than Big Pharma’s … Continue reading

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Is It Too Soon?

Is it too soon to put my nightclothes on,at 2 p.m. on Sunday afternoon?It’s light outside but all my vigor’s gone.Is it too soon? My stamina is low enough to swoon.I’ve wrangled stimulated kids since dawn.We danced around like we … Continue reading

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Tolls of Old

When I was young, the bridge tolls were so low,we often paid with coin before we crossed.The money went from driver-side windowto hand of bridge employee. Some had grinsand others friendly words they would bestow.At times we paid the toll … Continue reading

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Petulant People

They called the generation Great, who boreas children the Depression, and then foughta few years later in the awful war(that birthed the bomb) in which the world was caught.But speaking as a child of that lot,before the last of them … Continue reading

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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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