Category Archives: Aging

The Mien

A mien recalls someone I used to knowwho shared my bus and talked incessantly.It isn’t she, but likeness triggers flowof shuttered stuttered dormant memory.I found her boring then and didn’t seea reason to befriend her, view her placeor show her … Continue reading

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Enough Already

Last week I had to rest my foot so much,that though I read and screened, and tried to findsome ways to use time well and stay in touchwith news, I’d little other on my mindthan getting back to walking. That … Continue reading

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While Icing

On Tuesday last, before I left my place,I iced my slowly-mending foot again.I thought the wound was healing, but the paceof my recovery was dismal-slow.I had to be upright to wash my face,to brush my teeth, to necessary-walk.My age retards, … Continue reading

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For the Record

The benefit to penning notes like these(most days a rhyming form of diaries)is I can scan the posts I’ve left behind,and let those metered syllables remindme clearly of a symptom suffered, whichI thought might be forever. So the itchpersistent on … Continue reading

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Static Strategy

What can I do, when weather’s cold and grayalthough we’ve passed the very end of May,and age requires weeks instead of daysto mend a little injury? Just praisemy fortune that I have this cozy home,the leisure to compose a little … Continue reading

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Another Aging Lesson

Two weeks ago, when first I hurt my foot,I little thought how long I’d be impaired.I wore new shoes and carelessly I putmy step so balance went, discomfort flared.And probably I should have then bewaredand stopped my forward motion, sat … Continue reading

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It’s Too Late

I taught a roommate how to binge on foodwhen I was 17. We walked aroundand cycled flavors with an attitudethat we’d amend our ways and diet soon.As old as 58, I even skewedto overeat once more before a shiftto moderation, … Continue reading

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Limp Reminder

Misstepping as I exited my yard,I skewed my foot and let its outer sideimpact the ground. My landing wasn’t hard –I tried to walk it off and not abidean injury – but something must have priedapart, a little metatarsal thing.My … Continue reading

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First Aid

Returning home I wouldn’t raise the shade,although it wasn’t hot at ten past noon.Awake at five, I did odd jobs and playedwith kids for hours. Then I waited forthree forms of transportation, that conveyedme home amid track closures and the … Continue reading

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Distraction

Forgetting what you left the room to dooccurs at every age, but frequencyincreases – every senior knows that’s true –and doesn’t seem as funny recently.Confusing hand and mind, so that you threwthe coffee grounds away that ought to bearrayed beneath … Continue reading

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