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Tag Archives: aging
Time Flies – from the Poetry archive – 2015
It’s after midnight It was nine when I turned on the lamp, sitting here, neither reading nor talking alone in the house who is here to talk with? Only the shade of my former self reminding me of earthly pleasures … Continue reading
You Know You’re Getting Old When….
Written a decade ago as I turned 70 Don’t you just love it when something occurs in your life and it suddenly dawns on you – I’m getting old. Of course we all know we are getting older but there … Continue reading
Posted in family
Tagged aging, back ache, changing a flat, flat tire, getting old, Goddess of Aging, laughs, loss of abilities, realization that your old, sweat
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Moment of Perfection – Poem #30 – From the Archives
I don’t recall which day it was of the thousands I have lived when I realized that nothing lasts and what a shame it was that perfection is for just a moment before the downward slope begins. I don’t know … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged aging, deterioration, immortality, life, loss, moment of perfection, mortality, nothing lasts, poetry, the unrealized moment, when all is perfect, youth
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Old Blue Eyes
Toritto in 1982 at40 No, this is not a post about Frank Sinatra! If you were lured here under false pretenses as a lover of Sinatra please accept my apologies. If you are interested in why I picked the title … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged aging, arcus senilis, blue eyes, brown eyes, cholesterol, eye color
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Patience and Prudence
A re-post from a year ago. At a corner table of a Wendy’s an old woman sits every morning bent over her paper, her coffee and half eaten egg patiently awaiting further attention. In the banality that is old age … Continue reading
25th High School Reunion
I saw her at the ’84 reunion a little older, a little grayer, the first fine lines on her porcelain face; inhabiting the body of a stranger while here in the yearbook we are all preserved; the teen beauty … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged 1984, 25th high school reunion, aging, class of 1959, high school musica. fantasy lover, in the still of the night, losses, memories, poetry, prom, youth
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That’s All There Is
Watching toddlers frolic at the shore with squirt guns, building sand castles under the watchful eyes of their beautiful MILF mothers sitting nearby in sun hats moist in the heat, beads of sweat collecting in swells and creases, I realized … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged age, aging, life is short, middle age, missing the important stuff, poetry, teens, toddlers
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Going Home
You go back to the place you grew up and find it’s changed houses and bars that are no more the ones still standing, unrecognizable and you see her now, the teen beauty of your youthful dreams a cocktail waitress … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged aging, fleeting beauty, growing up, high school, invisible, nothing remains the same, poetry, real life
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Running With Stars
I am nothing I do not exist I am invisible with no Facebook page no Twitter follows Does anyone know I’m here? Hello? in the vastness that is space and time how many thinking beings have lived and died forgotten? … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged accomplishments, aging, alone, counting for nothing, forgotten as if one never existed, invisible, poetry, record you were here, space, time, universe, unseen
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