Category Archives: Aging

Tired

Posted on September 9, 2021 by sputterpub

I rose today with nothing on my list.There was no ask or task I had to meet.I forced myself to move, but vigor missedthe mark – my energy was in retreat.I’ll see a friend this afternoon – my feetmay take … Continue reading →

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One More Day

Posted on August 31, 2021 by sputterpub

If I had only one more day to livewith memory and personalityintact, I’m certain I would want to giveattention to whatever I can see,or sense with any other faculty.I’d focus and take every moment in.I think I’ll set that exercise … Continue reading →

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To Move to Plan

Posted on August 28, 2021 by sputterpub

I woke improved in back but at loose ends.My early morning path was no more clearthan smoky sky above and murky trendsof culture skirting chaos, hemming fear.I wanted to depart by 10, from here,to travel west for toddler play and … Continue reading →

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Back Attack

Posted on August 26, 2021 by sputterpub

There’s nothing like a back attackto make me re-assess my state.The bend and pain may not be great,but sure-as-shit I’m out of whack. At first I fret. My mood goes black.I rail a moment at my fate.There’s nothing like a … Continue reading →

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Pedal Puller

Posted on August 22, 2021 by sputterpub

I’ve used my pedal parts so many years –I’ve danced on them and made them bear my weight –it isn’t any wonder what appearsshoes-off is not a sight that’s looking great.But that’s from an imperfect point of viewrejected now – … Continue reading →

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Repetitive Motion

Posted on August 15, 2021 by sputterpub

It doesn’t take book knowledge to opinerepeated movement causes wear at least.Three score and ten convey a sad decline –I know some flexibility’s deceased,and every month my skin becomes more creased.I’m lucky old. I won’t complain or mournsome inner works … Continue reading →

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Latent Vim

Posted on August 10, 2021 by sputterpub

Surprised myself this morning with a rideI thought I lacked the stamina to do.With hesitant consent I modifiedmy calendar, from nothing to a few.Deciding to begin, to soldier throughtwo-thirds of my routine or maybe less,successive pedaling conveyed ten newdegrees of … Continue reading →

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Warmth

Posted on July 31, 2021 by sputterpub

An aging tabby in the house next doorextends herself on couchback every day,to soak in sunshine warming tan velour.My daughter’s senior dog now has a wayof napping where the furnace warms the floor,as if the spot’s his private heat array.I … Continue reading →

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Affectionate Squats

Posted on July 29, 2021 by sputterpub

I like to think I’m agile, but I’m old.I walk a lot. I exercise three ways.But after new exertion, truth be told,my muscles ache, demand a healing phase,and then I’m fresh-astonished. Yesterday’sacquaintance with a baby made me sore!It’s not bad … Continue reading →

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Unstoppable Stoppable

Posted on July 7, 2021 by sputterpub

I didn’t see it coming. I’m surprised,although I should be used to that by now.She isn’t doing what we all advised –appearing to agree at our pow-wow,she won’t control her impulses, and can’tregard her own emotional response.Her inner wisdom always … Continue reading →

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