Aging Well

I’m really aging well they say But I really don’t care The older I get the less I’m afraid Of not fitting in My hair has yet to gray I’m old enough for it to But I guess I must wait For wisdom line and frosted roots I’m forcing myself to go out As I’ll stay inside happily writing But I know that’s not good To become a recluse isn’t uniting me With my best self Was a challenge to look in the mirror Embracing eyes that use to be clearer I just have to try to be a better me Not for anyone in particular But to keep growing my mind tree Maybe it’ll improve my poetry

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Edward Ibeh

Date: 4/21/2025 3:24:00 PM

I love your self-assuredness, Karen. Keep living life on your terms and growing into a better you!

Karen Jones
Date: 4/21/2025 3:44:00 PM

Thanks Edward! You are kind!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 4/19/2025 8:16:00 PM

This is one great attitude poem. I felt that way into my 50 s but then things happened after 60. Hopefully your time to come will be gentle like it's been for my mom

Karen Jones
Date: 4/19/2025 8:30:00 PM

I’m of the attitude that we are blessed to still be alive! My poor younger cousin died a virgin having breast cancer in her early twenties. So I will weather whatever is to come knowing she didn’t see her 30s

Jerry Brotherton

Date: 4/19/2025 8:14:00 AM

Such a wonderful poem, Karen. I too, often look up from the typewriter and find that hours have disappeared. I have to keep reminding myself that poetry and life live on the other side of the window.

Karen Jones
Date: 4/19/2025 8:40:00 AM

Yesssssss! I know what you mean! Thanks Jerry!

Ink Empress

Date: 4/19/2025 5:47:00 AM

Dear Karen, poetic soul, what a soulful and heartfelt poem on aging, and wisdom gained through time, they say melanin slows down our aging. And i think many can resonate with “ I’m forcing myself to go out As I’ll stay inside happily writing” same here and sometimes i write while out and about too, i love your ending here too, a poem that as a reflective nature to it! Pleasure reading your poem today! Sending you light always!

Karen Jones
Date: 4/19/2025 6:57:00 AM

Thanks Inky! I wonder if most ports struggle with staying in to write? Have a wonderful weekend and Easter! Love and light returned!