Monday, January 13, 2020

ode to decrepitude

ode to decrepitude
this so called aging process
is so very rude.
aches and pains
where you did not know
you have parts.
(even laughter
causes farts)
wrinkles
tinkles
cracks and jowls
i'd like to rail at all of this
but i would hurt myself
if i howled.
falling down
instead of falling in love
yeeks who invented
all of the above
if i could chose between
wisdom or smooth skin
and sparkly eyes.
a wise choice i would not make
i surmise.
yes life is a gift
even for we prunes.
but why does this gift
now resemble
a ruin.

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greetings! i have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga...waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. sketching, watercolor painting,poetry and photography are my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance.