Creeping Up
Age creeps up in subtle ways,
Beyond the wrinkles or the grays,
A loss of tolerance and spark
And choosing to stay in the dark
When new technology appears,
Which would require switching gears.
A mind, once sharp, now letting go
Of things it always used to know.
A tiredness which settles in
Where second winds would once begin.
But mostly knowing, like a curse,
That things will just keep getting worse.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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