Category Archives: Aging

Tuesday Travel

I walked one way. It took me near an hour.And then I rode two buses to return.The walking gave reminder of my power,and from the bus rides I found things to learn.My body still has strength. My heart can laugh.I … Continue reading

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Feeling Unredundant

Five years ago I took on childcare,commuting twice a week to spend the dayswith grandson #4. I didn’t sparemy back the work, but it was mighty niceto leave the desk and breathe in baby air.In time, the virus came – … Continue reading

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What: We Worry?

The marks of age surprise me even now,when I’ve been senior over seven years.I’m startled every time I meet with howtoo readily I’m injured. Like my peersI’m quick to bruise and slow to mend. My browis corrugated just as worry … Continue reading

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An Hour Early at an Early Hour

An hour early at my desk today,I published verse and started to compose.Awake at sunrise has become my way,but till this morning I inclined to newsand solitaire and puzzling to delaythe work of thought and exercise till 8.The early hour … Continue reading

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Battle Chill

I’m feeling cold more deeply than I didwhen I was young. I always liked the chill.As far as I remember, as a kid,I welcomed winter and derived a thrillfrom longer nights and storms that didn’t kill.Of late I’ve been avoiding … Continue reading

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Listening

I listen closely to my body now.I give it extra morning time to tellme what it wants and where it aches and howit needs to rest or move to feeling well.Today I shuffled early in a spellof near decrepitude in … Continue reading

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Avo Bath

There was no actual calamity –a canceled train one way, and coming back,computers down and signs no one could see,while in between my sleep was short and slack.I witnessed toddler tears, frustrated glee,and tired parents’ optimism black.I made it home. … Continue reading

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Incurable

I tell you, it’s humbling – this processing years.I used to be sturdy and durable.But now I bruise easily, doddering nears,and I know the slide is incurable.It’s fortunate no one needs means – all my dearsare solvent and I’m not … Continue reading

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The Childproof Cap

It isn’t just the way my fingers bruise –the slightest bump will mark my skin – a keythat’s stubborn twisting will abuse –but too I note their strength abandons me.I’ve trouble turning caps. So please excusemy teaching what he wasn’t … Continue reading

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The Dupe

You say you’re giving up duplicity.I hear and then admit my own surprise,but I don’t think I show that audibly,and phoning we don’t see each other’s eyes.Astonished now I’m wondering what liesyou’ve strewn like mines along the path we wend.I … Continue reading

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