Category Archives: Aging

Age Gauge

Posted on August 2, 2022 by sputterpub

My daughter says what makes her feel her ageis when her brother’s birthday comes along.Her younger sibling constitutes a gaugecorrecting self-impression. Is she wrong?I think not, as I read a likely page,and excavate a lyric from her song.My baby brother’s … Continue reading →

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Postponing

Posted on August 1, 2022 by sputterpub

Postponing work a week agoconsolidated energy.It somewhat modulated flow,postponing work a week ago.I’m thinking now I need to slowmy pace to vital quality.Postponing work a week agoconsolidated energy. (Triolet)

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Fatigued Today

Posted on July 31, 2022 by sputterpub

Fatigued today, I’m glad to have some timeat home, where I can nap and bathe and playat solitaire and searching out this rhyme.Fatigued today. I’ll have a lengthy phone call – it’s our wayeach Sunday morning to exchange sublimeor homely … Continue reading →

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Hoist

Posted on July 30, 2022 by sputterpub

The legend says a farm boy made a vowto lift a newborn bullock every dawn.By that prescription he aimed to know how,in time, to hoist a bull, with built-up brawn.Life intervened. On land he left that cowwhile he was ill … Continue reading →

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A Dog Day of Summer

Posted on July 28, 2022 by sputterpub

I’m trying laying low at home today.I’ll make an effort to resist each taskI might incline to self-assign, the wayI have since I was 8 or 9 years old.I’ll hide my underwear. I’ll learn to playa new computer game. But … Continue reading →

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Obligated Calls II

Posted on July 27, 2022 by sputterpub

The women whom I daily telephoneare probably as bored with it as I,but when I dare omit, each takes a toneof petulant flirtation, never wry.They used to travel, leaving me alone,but age and Covid make them journey-shy.And now I only … Continue reading →

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Obligated Calls

Posted on July 26, 2022 by sputterpub

I check in with two women every day.They each have health concerns – I feel obliged.I don’t claim to enjoy our talks, but hey –I check in with two women every day.So neither has a pithy thought to say;I’d feel … Continue reading →

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Recidivism

Posted on July 21, 2022 by sputterpub

No sooner did I see some evidenceof gentleness and sensitivity,than she declined to filterless nonsense,and soon resumed obnoxiousness to me.The issue never was intelligence –a potion mixed of acrid jealousy,impatient pique and gossip’s pitchy tarcompounded to infect the way we … Continue reading →

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For Whom I Tote Phone

Posted on July 20, 2022 by sputterpub

My big complaint with kids was all their stuff.I didn’t like to tote the baby gear,and toddlers never seemed to have enoughunless I lugged the bulk. The 7th yearI welcomed – each could organize the thingsrequired or desired when they … Continue reading →

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I Didn’t Change

Posted on July 14, 2022 by sputterpub

I didn’t change, but their perceptions did,now I’m so old nobody’s acting mean.My parents tried to govern me as kid,and peers applied full pressure to this teen.I tried some weak compliance but I failed –it bored and led to self-dislike’s … Continue reading →

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