Category Archives: Aging

Eleventh Day

Posted on September 26, 2022 by sputterpub

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

Posted on September 23, 2022 by sputterpub

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

Posted on September 19, 2022 by sputterpub

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

Posted on September 18, 2022 by sputterpub

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

Posted on September 14, 2022 by sputterpub

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

Posted on September 12, 2022 by sputterpub

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

Posted on September 10, 2022 by sputterpub

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

Posted on September 7, 2022 by sputterpub

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

Posted on September 5, 2022 by sputterpub

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

Posted on September 1, 2022 by sputterpub

“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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