Aging With Flare
Retirement for some means a rocking chair
But I’m blasting forth on a contrail’s flare
My 40-year career
Swirls behind in Earth’s sphere
And I’m ready to take on any dare
Francine invited me to bungee jump
I’ll skydive with Gwen - might end up a clump
There’ll be no rocking chair
As I hang-glide through air
Thinking of age as a tiny speed bump
*Entry for Tracie’s “New Beginnings” Contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
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