Time went completely wobblya long time agoor was it only last week?I’m older than my mother waswhen I went off to college,but just turned young enoughto snort-laugh a hallway chasewith 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 agebut now, cycling my half-centuryis perpetually apparent.Still too young for ladyfingerswith the bitter woman’s bridge& sherry club, though.They don’t serve vegans, plusmembers are requiredto wear underwear. At leastI’m old enough to know betterthan 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!