Category Archives: Aging

Pleasant Surprise

Posted on December 27, 2022 by sputterpub

I know I have a herniated disk.My doctor told me 16 years ago.He read the MRI and said I riska rupture if I fail to care just so.And 50 years of phoning made a wreckof infrastructure in my upper spine.I’ve … Continue reading →

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After an Early Task

Posted on December 22, 2022 by sputterpub

Exertion that’s required can produceexquisite feeling after it is done.I had to leave my home and put in usecommuting skills, too early to be fun.My coffee I’d the tactic to reduce(so bladder pressure ratcheted to none).Two hours later I attained … Continue reading →

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DMV Appointment

Posted on December 21, 2022 by sputterpub

Today I have to brave the DMV.My license shows an expiration datethat’s coming soon. I have PTSDfrom when I last endured their stink and wait.But after this, I get a REAL IDthat’s good for years, according to the state.My shopping’s … Continue reading →

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Biddy and the Bitch

Posted on December 18, 2022 by sputterpub

It’s rainy. I don’t want to make a fuss.I’m fit but old and home is beckoning.I try to exit (rear door) from the bus –“Excuse me” doesn’t budge youth reckoningI’ll edge aside – I get to hear her cusswhile boarding, … Continue reading →

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The Boomer Network

Posted on December 17, 2022 by sputterpub

In 1998, when Google cameupon the scene, and still 9 years beforethe iPhone introduction, I could claima quarter century of office work.Then pension plan consulting was the namedescribing us, and when we needed help,we called on colleagues, brain-stormed: all aflamewith … Continue reading →

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The Hour Hand

Posted on December 16, 2022 by sputterpub

We know the clock face features moving hands,but we can’t watch the motion of the onefor hours. Everybody understandsit moves, yet eyes do not perceive its run.In growing up with analog, our frameof reference thus includes the metaphorthat shift occurs … Continue reading →

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Potless

Posted on December 14, 2022 by sputterpub

Some months ago I gave up using pot.I had to stop inhaling smoke or vape.My bronchiae protested such a lot I heeded, though too late for full escape.I sampled edibles, but their delay,and flavor that repelled or led to morethan … Continue reading →

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How to Jaywalk

Posted on December 11, 2022 by sputterpub

The kids today may need a jaywalk class.They’re inattentive, and the traffic’s dense.It takes an age of walking to amasspedestrian abilities. I senseapproaching drivers who will rudely pass.I harbor busy street intelligence.But all the years I lived to learn the … Continue reading →

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I Used to Think

Posted on December 8, 2022 by sputterpub

I used to think, whenever he would say“I’m such a duck,” he had it wrong. DismayI felt – that couldn’t be – it was a bidto make me laugh and reassure amidour hug – “I love you. You’re my man, … Continue reading →

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At Your Mother’s Elbow

Posted on December 2, 2022 by sputterpub

It really doesn’t come as a surprisethat adding years does not result in wise.But suddenly you’re listening to mealthough I am disdained, for familyknows nothing, right? How could your mother getenlightenment she’s capable of sharing?You’ve known her so familiarly, and … Continue reading →

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