Aging

This is just some thoughts on getting older that I've pecked out. It's meant to be fun

I don't want a f*****g red hat

or to belong to any society

Getting old was not on my agenda

And it doesn't have to be

I will not be treated differently

or with condensending words

I will not go gently on my way

Kicking,  screaming, and cursing

Dying my hair and staying involved

Is the only way for me

Don't tell me I'm being inappropriate

Or I'll show just what that means

These old hands have raised half a dozen kids

And this forgetful mind has a Masters Degree

I've had lovers I'll never forget

And may well find another because it ain't over yet

Save your condensing tones for someone who wants it

I'm not done yet!

 

 

 

Reviews

[The Flawed]

I have read a few of your poems, and each time I read one it feels like I get to know the person behind the words a little more. To me it's like every time you write you take off your mask for as long as it takes to read that poem.

[Dianah]

Love the rage in this...well said. I'm definitely with you with these sentiments.

[Anita B Jacques]

I love it....and with you all the way, your poem put more life into me, a fighter like you I will be, and start dying my hair again plus......bright red fingers and toe nails polish, thank you tor the wake up call.

[Lorenn]

How appropriately feisty! I love this!! Just the right words to convey what we all should be about, and that's the business of living!

[bluessadmood]

It was fun and serious and so lovely all at once
Dont belong to any society,getting old was not my idea of fun
dont treat me different or be considerate,wont go gently on my way
These old hands raised them kids,this forgetful mind is a beautiful mind
I had lovers and i ll have more,until its time,for i am not done yet
Surely you are not ,i can see the loveliness in your words..
how I enjoyed this..
lovely write..