Category Archives: Aging

Grands

Of course the grands are relatively old,and vary in their states of health and vim,but each of them is better self-controlledthan in their young adulthood – now they swimin tempered hormones – nothing hot or cold –and have the time … Continue reading →

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Wellness Alone

As long as I recall, I’ve looked aroundat others and assessed their self-content.So part-way through my youth, I thought I founda path to understanding what life meant.Developing ideas with the intentof being happy, soon I tried to tellthe recipe. I … Continue reading →

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Breathing

I’m generally prudent and well-planned,but I was sometimes foolish in the past.And though I aged and came to understandmyself enough to mend – one vice did lasttoo long by any measure I have used.I smoked, although I knew it would … Continue reading →

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Tired

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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