Category Archives: Aging

Lights

I listened to the song you sent, and it demolished me. I understand just what you meant — it’s where I want to be.

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The End of an Era

The day has come to put away my gear. I always knew with luck I would succumb to age, and now the time to stop is here. The day has come. I smoked so much when I was careless young, … Continue reading

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The Uninvited

Omitted for your politics?Your singledom? Or why?It might be something you could fix,if you’d admit a try.Instead I hear for all events,a reason to exclude.It’s not about intelligence,but nasty attitude.

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Significance

I didn’t feel emotionally numb,but when my eyes began to leak, I knewsignificance. They didn’t flow, but fromsomewhere in me tears welled and brimming grew.I felt no grief or sadness. I stood dumb,and recognizing something seeping through.A little seam of … Continue reading

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Eleventh Day

I started YouTube yoga on my flooreleven days ago. I found it tough.I modified and gentled it, for sure,and gradually I’m starting to improve.The humbling fact is I’m beyond mature,and I will lose what flexibilityremains in me, unless I move. … Continue reading

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Growing Humble

I’ve heard it takes some courage to grow old.That notion seems as weak and frail to meas letting decades pass with uncontrolledattention to one’s flexibility.The quality unmentioned should be told:this aging teaches me humility.I keep forgetting – how I used … Continue reading

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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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