REFLECTING ON AGING, A POEM

Reflecting on

What I know.

I am growing old,

Not reaching my goals.

Love passing me by,

Loneliness taking its toll.

A big deal if I take a stroll.

I’m in a rut, deep in a hole,

Easily too hot, too cold.

Making my future small, not bold.

My focus is narrow; the best is

behind me, already past.

It won’t last, going by too fast.

Say it isn’t so. Going with the flow

for as long as I can go.

It pains me to celebrate

my age,

on and

off the page …