The Myth of the Golden Years

Written for:  November 2022 PAD Chapbook Challenge - Day 19

"For today's prompt, take the phrase "The Myth of (blank)," replace the blanks with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles might include: "The Myth of Falling in Love," "The Myth of a Relaxing Vacation," "The Myth of Ash Ketchum," and/or "The Myth of the Perfect Pizza."

We are in the midst of Golden Years,
those happy, healthy carefree times
of glowing people on mountain climbs–
fit, vacationing, eyes and ears clear,
or riding bikes without a care
not counting our nickels and dimes.
   We are in the midst

of broken bones and nursing home fears,
or a statistic in senior crimes.
Can you recall when you first noticed signs
that your spouse seemed unfocused, not quite here?
   We are in the midst

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to The Myth of the Golden Years

  1. Misky says:

    And that’s annoying selective hearing!


  2. Helen Dehner says:

    … and that can be a scary place indeed. No easy way thru it, around it, a difficult journey.


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