Look cherry,
I can do it too!
Grow without trying!
I still wear make-up,
Iron my hair,
Go dancing,
Fall drunk,
I still give up,
Play dead,
Act cherry,
Cherry bright,
I still dream,
Laugh,
Scratch at my wounds,
Pretend,
I still wish I could be free,
And rich,
And well thought of,
I feel,
Even though I fell last week,
And was not picked,
That I could be the one to turn it all around.
I pant though,
And gasp,
And wheeze.
I take Tylenol in the morning and complain,
Pay the bills just in time,
I cry,
And give up,
And pretend,
I grow old.
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evocative short poetry – words move
Growing old is growing wise and that means growing young in new awareness of just how precious life is. “It’s what you know after you know everything that really counts”, and, that comes with age.
age, being old, is irrelevant, it’s a label,…
You and your insight on your life and how you fit into it is all that matters…All else is ‘extra’ surplus to requirements… The mind is a powerful tool to be used and not misdirected. xPenx
I really enjoyed this one. Wonderful analogy.
Growing old is not for the timid. It’s for those willing to face new challenges daily, to enjoy shrinking resources, to accept what life is left and celebrate what life has left. There are challenges still to be met, memories to cherish or regret,and wisdom and help to be shared with those who still care. Growing old is not to be complained about, for the alternatives are limited. I’m glad I’m still dancing, even if I’m off the tree.
Never give up!
Beautiful.