We’re asked to take a look at ourselves
this week at Poets United. I’ve been
in absentia for a time, on a journey to
rediscover my elusive muse, but here
are some thoughts on me!
Submitted to Midweek Motif Poets United
June 27, 2018
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Contemplating myself is scary
And leaves me considerably wary
But, fighting an urge for refusal,
I undertake a quick perusal
It seems I’ve retained my cognition
But suffer a bit from physical attrition
I try to avoid my reflection
Being uncomfortable with close inspection
Who is that, I think, with hair of gray
She was young and feisty just yesterday
She was a fast-paced multi-tasker
She had all the answers, just ask her
Straight and tall, she was rather well-built
Today she walks with a forward tilt
Slower in step than in days of yore
Now young men call her ma’am and open the door
She’s older today and wonderfully wise
Still young at heart, but now in disguise.
Oh yes! "She’s older today and wonderfully wise
ReplyDeleteStill young at heart, but now in disguise."
I enjoy the rhymed couplets and the marvelous self-confidence and dignified humor.
Disguise is sometimes a fun way to go.
ReplyDeleteStaying young at heart is something I hope I would be able to accomplish too.
ReplyDeleteSuch a sweet penmanship - wise and accepting.
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Aint it something. Aging? We just have to strive at gracefully. Luv your poem today. Thank you for droppkng by my blog, Bev
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Beverly! How wonderful to see you! And how I resonate with your poem, for I feel exactly the same way. This reminds me of a time when my grandma put a record on the turntable and sashayed a few steps, smiling, across the floor, in her nineties, and I could SEE that young woman she once was, still inside her. I am so exhausted, after living my life, that I am okay with the slow pace. But I hear you, kiddo!
ReplyDeleteThis is such a great poem I loved every word. How easy it was to relate to your confession!
ReplyDeleteYou and me both Beverly. I look in the mirror and think the same thing. You are young at heart and that is what matters. Love the flow and rhyme in this. A lovely reflection of you.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem Love your last lines What a wonderful way to be. Old age has it's perks as well
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed the rhythm to your self portrait. The last two lines really say so much. Always stay young at heart, I often think there is wisdom in that, perhaps part of the secret to life.
ReplyDeleteAha...Aging gracefully with humor. I think that is the best thing about life well lived. So sweet.
ReplyDeleteIt's the mirrors; They all lie:)
ReplyDelete'Still young at heart but now in disguise.' Exactly how I feel. The rhyming in this was wonderful, with a sene of humor about it all.
ReplyDeleteA universal truth and questions. My self portrait is more impressionistic with time
ReplyDeleteBeing young in heart, but disguised as an old person...my fate too! :)
ReplyDeleteWell I think you are absolutely lovely 💜 You are both young and kind at heart too.
ReplyDeleteGrey is such a wonderful color, the best--kissed by bright and dark, knowing... The body can be a traitor, but the mind is clever and gets her delight where she can. Bones hurt, ideas stutter a bit, we get tired quicker, but... the yumminess concentrates with time and experience. And that is awesome.
ReplyDeleteYou go girl!
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