Growing Old in a World of Young
By dottie
Growing old in a world of young is just as hard as reading Jung. To see the spots on your hands don't wash there's gray in your hair oh my gosh! Those lines on your face are gowing apace and your invisibility grows as your libido slows. You try to recall all the angst and fervor it's hard to stir up- the voices just mummer. Your senior moments are called quite cute but what WAS that word you needed to quote? Now, your children discuss philosophy with you and you nod and say:"We're equal we two. I wondered how long it would take you to know, how long it would be before I could show this open book which is called a life." And now growing old in a world of young is right and is graceful and gives voice to a tongue. I loved you and loved and now I retire to old smoky rooms and books and a fire. And wait to see if in turn will come another world of old growing young. Written January 19th, 2002 © on Jan 19 2002 05:11 AM PST 0 • 13
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