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To Grow Old Gracefully
This is a small collection I've written on growing older. Some are whimsical and fun. Some are wistful! Please keep in mind....ALL are exaggerations! Just a few reflections on the passage of time!
"Another belief of mine: that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise."~Margaret Atwood
Who is she in the mirror?
I hardly know her face
Of her once girlish figure, there is no longer a trace.
I promised her once
I'd never grow old
An unrealistic statement from one so young and bold!
Not one to break a promise
I changed it up for me
I decided while I can't change time, it need not be gracefully!~
Now, I'm having second thoughts
What does that really mean?
Of course I'll do it gracefully, without nary a scene.
So, I did a small assessment
to see what I could save
There's plenty of me to work with, as long as it will behave!
Off to the store I took myself
And I really have to say
That there are about a thousand things to keep your hair from gray
And then there are the wrinkle creams
You can buy and buy and buy.
And oh the money you can spend and you do not have to try.
How about a personal trainer
to make you thin and svelte?
I must admit of everything, that one really helped.
No, I will not grow old
without a fight
While I can still take care of myself, I will with all my might!
"You can't help getting older, but you don't have to get old."~George Burns
Snap, crackle, pop!
My stiff neck, my achy back
When I get up, my knees crack.
Gravity has shown it's face.
No hiding from it even with lace
The skin is crepey. It easily bleeds.
It seems it always has some needs.
My hair falls out and is quite dry
To this growing old, I say Good-bye!
"Old age isn't so bad when you consider the alternative."~Maurice Chevalier
What will he say when he's 50?!
You see yourself in their youthful stance. You hear yourself in their laughter. I think: when I was young, I too did that. We pick out clothing together. I remember, a dress like that. I remember needing new shoes to go with the dress. Just wear your black shoes I tell her. No, they have to be higher so she can be taller. They have to be the right shoes so she will be liked. (her words, not mine) I remember the gawky awkwardness of wearing those new shoes. Thinking they would help me fit in but being so afraid of falling on my face, I didn't enjoy myself. Now I wear what I want, including high heels. When did I become graceful? When did wearing high heels become natural? When did I realize that if they do hurt I could just take them off and dance in my bare feet? Much better than sitting on the side and watching? I don't know. So many things change. So many remain the same. And some, just get better with age.
"Happily there exists more than one kind of beauty. There is the beauty of infancy, the beauty of youth, the beauty of maturity, and, believe me, ladies and gentlemen, the beauty of age."~G.A. Sala.
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And a final thought....
....from Sophia Loren...
"There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age."