11.20.2014

A Poem About Aging, Chock-Full of Stereotypes, or at Least Crusty Adages

Time went completely wobbly
a long time ago
or was it only last week?
I’m older than my mother was
when I went off to college,
but just turned young enough
to snort-laugh a hallway chase
with an eight-year-old,
who says she might die laughing.
Seems we just chatted yesterday.
Has it really been years?
Years ago, I forgot my age
but now, cycling my half-century
is perpetually apparent.
Still too young for ladyfingers
with the bitter woman’s bridge
& sherry club, though.
They don’t serve vegans, plus
members are required
to wear underwear. At least
I’m old enough to know better
than to believe older means wiser.

For Kerry’s prompt to the Real Toads: YOUTH & AGE 
Plus, this is #20 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans. Whoosh!

9 comments:

  1. At least I’m old enough to know better
    than to believe older means wiser.

    That seems to be the impression but rightly it must be seen in two aspects. The older is wiser in terms of understanding tact and compassion but hopeless in terms of present social media interaction. The younger is the opposite in both instances. Great lines marian!

    Hank

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  2. At least you are age-appropriate for every occasion, Marian!

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  3. Bitter woman'r bridge and sherry club is my favorite- I want to join!

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  4. Those kidlets of yours will keep you young, kiddo.....love the snorting hallway chase.

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  5. "I’m old enough to know better
    than to believe older means wiser." - Love these lines. :)

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  6. Ha. A lot of fun here--especially with that 8 year old. Thanks. k.

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  7. I love your details, Marion and the stark truth in your closing line so suits.

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  8. Amen. Eliot said the old should feel free to explore, but they're also free to fool. Mostly, though, we're free, in the wild irony of aging's relentless toll on independence.

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