Written for: Poets United Midweek Motif~Ode to Age
You may write about youth, old age or even about a distinct period of history or literature.
“Why so scrawny, cat?
Starving for fat fish or mice….
Or backyard love?” — Basho
Mom said long hair in old age is unsuitable
Tired of shorter hair, I’m growing mine, irrefutable.
I do give in to some conventions,
to my legs, I pay more attention
by not wearing patterned black stockings,
’cause blue veins serve well as flocking.
Clothes are aging hippie mixed here and there
with leggings and sweaters, winter wear.
Age comes in like a spider creeping
no point in sadness or weeping.
Your mouth will turn down without pouting,
lines will appear–check with mirror if doubting.
Aches, pains, and illnesses may assault you,
so indulge yourself the way you ought to.