Aging Well
I’m really aging well they say
But I really don’t care
The older I get the less I’m afraid
Of not fitting in
My hair has yet to gray
I’m old enough for it to
But I guess I must wait
For wisdom line and frosted roots
I’m forcing myself to go out
As I’ll stay inside happily writing
But I know that’s not good
To become a recluse isn’t uniting me
With my best self
Was a challenge to look in the mirror
Embracing eyes that use to be clearer
I just have to try to be a better me
Not for anyone in particular
But to keep growing my mind tree
Maybe it’ll improve my poetry
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2025
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