Everything has ups and downs, here's a look at two sides of the age coin:
DOWNSIDE OF AGING
My hands were lovely once
dancing in the air around me
to the rhythms of my poetry and storytelling.
The fingers were long and straight,
a single callous on the right middle finger
revealing my passion for writing.
My face was never beautiful,
tho the eyes twinkle and
join the lips in frequent smiles.
My body was never a 10,
perhaps it was a 7 or 8 at times
and now is reubenesque.
So aging is not that hard,
despite gravity having its way,
inside and out.
The maturing of my face and body
brings few regrets—
no-one has lovely knees.
But…as I talk I glimpse my hands
and want to weep.
It’s not the scars, spots and wrinkles
but the gnarling of the fingers
that prompts my lament:
My hands were lovely once.
© efbarmore 2000
UPSIDE OF AGING
Confidently, if slowly, i stride:
Sure of my self;
comfortable in my body.
Scarred like an old lioness--
but that's the good news:
The wounds have healed
they're story seeds now
all power to hurt gone.
© ebarmore 7/23/08