Tag Archives: Aging

Scrabble Phone

I played a Scrabble game with familyon Sunday, as it rained outside their place.I saw them looking at their phones – all three –a little funny and a small disgrace.Desiring memory of every face,I didn’t shout. I chuckled an appeal … Continue reading

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10 Sneezes

The symptoms – evening time a clot of phlegm,and midnight dryness in my throat or nose.Then every day at nearly 8 a.m.I count 10 sneezes till the mucus flows.I wonder if I’m ill or should supposeI’m aging into local allergies.But … Continue reading

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Two score and seven after giving birth,I choose these words to publicize a childmy husband and I loosed upon the earthwho’s always been a force, and seldom mild.In some ways she reminded me of me,but we’re as unalike in wit … Continue reading

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Gratuitous Malice

I know she’s fueled by malice and complaint.I’ve watched her all my life, and heard a lotof judgment, criticism – nothing faintor circumspect, and not to be forgot.Though motes of truth were scattered in her shot,unduly mean but not a … Continue reading

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Resisting Meds

I bought black market drugs some years ago,when I was young and laws had not yet passed.Back then, of course there was no way to knowtheir provenance – who held them next to last.But that was better than Big Pharma’s … Continue reading

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Is It Too Soon?

Is it too soon to put my nightclothes on,at 2 p.m. on Sunday afternoon?It’s light outside but all my vigor’s gone.Is it too soon? My stamina is low enough to swoon.I’ve wrangled stimulated kids since dawn.We danced around like we … Continue reading

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Tolls of Old

When I was young, the bridge tolls were so low,we often paid with coin before we crossed.The money went from driver-side windowto hand of bridge employee. Some had grinsand others friendly words they would bestow.At times we paid the toll … Continue reading

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Reversal of Intention

How often now I wake and feel my age,and shuffle to the kitchen for my brew,and listen to my neck, and try to gaugethe quantity of creaks and tweaks. I skewintention – maybe I should rest today.Perhaps I’ll take it … Continue reading

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Wisdom Discount

I gave up cannabis a while ago.I had to stop all smoking, and what’s more,the high was unreliable. I knowsome other ways to take it in, but vapeinduced a cough, and gummies didn’t showa benefit I could appreciate.My wisdom discount … Continue reading

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You’re Always Tired

You’re always tired now. We understand.You’re nearly 98, and what’s requiredis rest, although that isn’t what you planned.You’re always tired. We wish these slowing changes had inspiredsome thoughtfulness, a little self-command,but you’d as soon return to feeling wired. So you … Continue reading

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