Category Archives: Aging

Upsides

The benefits to growing old includea discount transit pass and Medicare.But better than both those, I’m now imbuedwith new ability to sense my bounds.I quickly comprehend my attitude;I know my limits when it comes to love;and finally, I’m able to … Continue reading

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Soreness

I used some muscles differently this week.I altered posture and I changed my twist.I heard an ancient set of teaching speakto me, in tones I didn’t let existbefore, before it disappears in mistof age, when I may grow to be … Continue reading

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Yoga One

There lives an old lady alone,who’s fit for her years, heart and bone.Her first day of yoga,like Ticonderoga,gave victory so far unknown.

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Perhaps I’ll Start to Dance

Perhaps I’ll start to dance again,or practice yoga now I’ve earnedthe time and place to stretch and bend,the patience that I’ve sorely learned. I’m in the office once a week.Perhaps I’ll start to dance again,at home with time I used … Continue reading

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Another Slow Change

Five years ago I volunteered my timeto help the son and spouse with childcare.I still had opportunities to rhymeand exercise, exchanging office airfor inside/outside kid activities,from four months old to walking, talking play.I got to share in first discoveriesof all … Continue reading

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The Anatomy of Aging

The cost of age is charged in starts and fits –to few somatic failures are a blitz.The first attack on me was gum decay,and soon my neck was wrecked for sideways play,but after treatment I enjoyed respites. On lumbar left … Continue reading

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The Weakness of Words

There used to be a woman living here –the oldest member of our H.O.A.and mean as spit, abusive, raining fearand loathing till they carted her away(a memory care unit has her now).But in those days, she did her part and … Continue reading

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Spin

“I want the pill,” our ancient mother said,last week when she was suffering fatigueand urgent emptying of waste, insteadof constipation’s regular beleague.She has her mind. No terminal diseasebesets her at the age of 96.Distrusting all her meds, she voices pleasof … Continue reading

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Sex

I think I wasn’t very good at sex,she stated recently, age 70.As if there were tutorials, complex,athletic, something like pornography.As if a mate who does my man expectshis way with her to mimic his with me.I wonder they don’t know, … Continue reading

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Too Old to Level Up

My bedtime habits were unchanged last night.The hour was the usual, the bedas comfortable as ever, and the lightno brighter than the customary glow.Yet sleep was slow to come to me. No frightor worry filled my mind, but drowsy dreamssuccessively … Continue reading

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