Growing Old
Growing old is very strange
For certain things are bound to change
And others you must rearrange
To fit the way you’re feeling.
Since doing things requires pep
And sometimes just that extra step
Or daily items you must schlep
No longer seems appealing.
It’s easier to stay in place
In home surroundings you embrace
Instead of slapping on a face
To prove how well you’re dealing.
Not everybody feels this way.
Some forge ahead and greet each day,
Excited for whatever may
Bring joy to reach the ceiling.
Yet I don’t envy those who go
From here to there or to and fro.
I look inside myself and know
There’s nothing I’m concealing.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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