I Love My Age
We own it and owe to it
I know what love is, adore silence’s gold
Content and at peace, no grudges to hold.
It gets better and simple at this stage -
I love my age!
I can stay up late with my buddy moon,
Sleep like an angel till late afternoon.
Simply real, really simple at this stage -
I love my age!
I can order large pizza on a whim,
No longer stressing about staying slim.
I can laugh at myself since at this stage -
I love my age.
My destiny gifted me a whole lot -
It thoroughly tested, patiently taught.
I’m wise, no more questions, now at this stage -
I love my age!
Perfect harmony in a one-man band,
I strike the right chord at my own command.
Old age is not at all such a bad stage -
I love my age!
I learnt “grow old” is a byword for thrive,
If I sulk and fret, it means I am alive.
Every morning aims at a “good day” range -
I love my age!
With winter in charge, lucky I’m at home
I’m not in the street, I am inside and warm.
It’s not what I miss but have at this stage -
I love my age!
I thank fate for keeping me safe and sound,
I lost and forgot but later on found.
Must be God’s simple plan to endure pain -
To lose, suffer, find all over again.
If my left knee is sore, I squeeze a smile,
It could’ve been both, much worse by a mile.
Must be simple reason, at the very least -
To treat golden age as a daily feast!
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But then relativity logic kicks in:
Who truly believes that the beauty’s within?!
I must have accepted such dubious truth,
I did as a matter of fact. In my youth.
Who am I kidding with a large pizza spree?!
For decades I lived lactose, gluten guilt free.
If not due to carb induced constipation,
I would surely thank my heartburn sensation.
Staying up all night - easy! What could get worse?!
Scant hormones make up for insomnia’s curse.
Time to reminisce in between naps at noon -
Years back my love life was aligned with a moon.
And what about quitting, how callous is that?!
Whatever I relished turned out to be bad!
If I ignored warnings and doubled down vice,
The more reckless it was, the higher the price!
I am awfully wise and dying to share,
All falls on deaf ears, no one bothers to care.
I can no longer do what I well know how -
Wisdom - bummer! What shall I do with it now?!
You know what? There’s no time to contemplate life!
My last nuanced thought - every stage is but strife,
It is plain and simple - while you are onstage -
Love your age!
March 17, 2023
Copyright © Margarita Lillico | Year Posted 2023
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