Tag Archives: Aging

If You Forgot

Posted on June 23, 2022 by sputterpub

If you forgot some time you meant to keep,although you wrote and may have snapped a shot,perhaps you needn’t criticize. Don’t weep,if you forgot. Your memory is adequate. It’s notinfallible, but stores some visions deepand loses lighter memories a lot. … Continue reading →

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Dwell

Posted on June 18, 2022 by sputterpub

It may be enoughto dwell: to savor todaywithout memory.

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Tuesday Travel

Posted on June 15, 2022 by sputterpub

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

Posted on June 11, 2022 by sputterpub

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?

Posted on June 2, 2022 by sputterpub

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

Posted on May 29, 2022 by sputterpub

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

Posted on May 19, 2022 by sputterpub

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

Posted on May 15, 2022 by sputterpub

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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Incurable

Posted on May 9, 2022 by sputterpub

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

Posted on May 8, 2022 by sputterpub

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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