About a month ago, I was given a task by an acquiantance to write a poem about growning older. In the individual having experience in the subject, I decided to take on the task with some of her examples. So, I dedicate this Poem to Pat.
The Joys of Growing
Older
The aches
The pains
The drippings down
the shirt
Oh, how I thought
getting older would not hurt so much
The can’t remember
where I parked
The thoughts of being
treated like child
Oh, now my mind is
really running wild
It seems like my
mouth
Gets further from my
hands
Because my
coordinated target
Is not where the
substance is bound to land
I remember like it
was yesterday
The playful games we
used to play
Now if I played those
games in the same way
I would have aches
and pains all day
I love this joy
Coming over me
My hearings
diminishing
And so is my sight to
see
If I could say one
word
That describes the
Joy in me
I would say older
Now that describes me
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