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I Am Waddling Now

Is that a ghost? I think.
Catching a wisp of a traveling speck in my eye.
I turn and it is gone.
But back soon enough.
Finally see a doctor.
It’s a floater, he tells me.
You will get used to them after a bit and they will go away.
That was six years ago. 
I do not see them unless I speak of them
Or write of them.
There goes one now.

I used to have dog ears; I could hear a whisper from the back of an auditorium
Now I can barely hear the person who is sitting beside me on a subway.
I am not sure if my mind is consciously drowning them out 
Or if I truly am losing my hearing.
There is arthritis in both of my ankles.
I am waddling when I walk now.
Thanks to the extra weight or my unsteadiness
Not sure really.
Life is an adventure at sixty-eight.
Live every second now, young ones.
You will not want to think back and wish you had.

Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021

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Maurice Rigoler Date: 4/27/2021 8:59:00 AM Welcome to Old Age, Caren. Personally I count myself fortunate. At 83 my health, except for diabetes (nicely in control – no insulin!) is better than most men I know. Longevity runs rampant on my mother's and father's side – most reaching their 90s and in tolerably good physical and mental health. My advice is to make the best of what you have, keep an active mind: a dead mind is worse than a dead body./ Maurice Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 4/27/2021 9:03:00 PM I like your advice!

L Milton Hankins Date: 4/27/2021 7:33:00 AM Give yourself ten more years and you'll have so many changes you can hardly keep up with them. A new ache every day! Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 4/27/2021 9:03:00 PM Oh wow! I cannot wait! Thanks!