Tag Archives: Aging

Opportunity

I opened lips to give my girl advice,although she’s grown and didn’t voice request,and free suggestion isn’t worth its price.Instead I read the symptoms I was stressedmyself. I’ll wait for her to query twicebut counsel me. The wisdom I expressed?My … Continue reading

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Walking Wounded

My head’s okay although I took a fall,misstepping off a curb the other day.A little trip, and now the wounds appall(my head’s okay). My palms and knees and face wear an arrayof bruises; both my shoulders ache; I haulmy form … Continue reading

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I’m Sorry Now

I’m sorry now I wasn’t kinder then.I would have blocked his lust if I knew how,but I was inexperienced with men.I’m sorry now. Permitting moves I’d rather not allow,I acted rashly mean and harshly, whenthere might have been a better … Continue reading

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Reprieve

While working out this morning, I recalleda plan I made three days ago. I toldmyself these minor aches that often mauledmy head around my portside temple shouldreceive a doctor’s care. I’m not enthralledwith intervention, medical or not,but if persistent, my … Continue reading

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New (Old) Normal?

Disgusted that her blood pressure is highagain, our mother wants a doctor’s fix.She doesn’t listen when we offspring tryreminding her that she is 96,and maybe what’s occurring’s normal now.She’s never been this old, and nor have we.I notice I’ve a … Continue reading

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Better By Bike

She ages but she’s relatively sound,although she has less stamina and wind.She doesn’t sleep as deeply, and she’s foundher epidermis saggy and so thinned,she’ll bruise from using keys or bumping wood.Resuming after illness exercise,she tries to crunch and stretch, and … Continue reading

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Disturbances

They’re not what I call nightmares, but they’re dreamsI’d rather not remember when I wake.I’m not a bit prophetic but the themesof death or sinking health repel my peace.An infant drowned, a brother lost, extremesof fleeting tragedy, including deaththat happened … Continue reading

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Neuronics

I think we sense our brains before our hands.Or maybe that’s just how it felt to me,for after all, the memory commandswithin the skull. As far back as I seeI recollect impressions, thoughts, and sense.The stimuli would teach and too … Continue reading

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Post Hiatus Post

Between the cold and travel, my routinefor daily exercise was put on hold.And three-week interruptions always meana rough return to work now I’m this old.I woke a little hesitant, and toldmyself I’m well enough to ride today.Reluctance won’t prevail; I’m … Continue reading

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Treatment

My esthetician recommends I paya visit to her once a month (or two).And though it’s superficial, I displaymy face quite frequently, to me and you.So rising, first I bathe and use shampoo,and then I walk an hour to her couch,where … Continue reading

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