Curtis Johnson Poet Narrative

I Tell Her Nay

Most times, I feel just great.
Most times, I have nothing that aches.
Most times, I climb those stairs with gusto,
as the blood in my aging veins increases its flow.
Believe me when I say, "I've earned these stripes".

These creeping wrinkles on my neck;
These lines racing across my forehead;
These softening gums beneath my teeth;
These golden strings springing from my
head and hanging neatly from my chin;

All such is a part of the aging process.
Why, these are symbols of my golden years.
What on earth about them do I have to fear?
And although these eyes may be growing dem,
they bear no sadness nor tears of anguish.

My bride of 51 years continues to express her
desire to apply hair dye and wipe away my grey,
but I always gladly refuse and tell her nay.

9:30 AM 7/3/2023

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Jan Allison July 9, 2023 at 11:40 AM oh the joys of aging and as for the greying hair my hubby dyes mine lol:-) hugs jan xx Curtis Johnson July 9, 2023 at 1:16 PM Hi, Jan. Thanks for the comment. The hair dresser dyes my wife's greying hair. She would never trust me. Blessings.

Deb M July 3, 2023 at 11:14 PM Just love this Curtis….the joys of ageing eh? Ha….Debx Curtis Johnson July 4, 2023 at 4:18 AM Thank you, Deb. You said it best-'the joys of ageing'. I love that. Blessings.