Nancy Kaufman Poet Light Verse

Seasoned

I used to claim, I'm just getting old til
a friend said, "no, seasoned", with a gentle scold.
It does sound better. I must admit, but am still
pondering which spices fit?
Was I seasoned by the sea with its salty air?
Am I spiced by my anger which at times flares?
Was I peppered by my individual journey, and all
of those people who influenced me?
Are those milder spices acquired with time, like
a touch of coriander, or a pinch of thyme?
I'm hoping to acquire a taste for sage as I
could certainly use some at this ripe old age.

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart June 17, 2023 at 3:59 PM Ooh I love this, spiced just right! Tucking your fabulous composition into my faves drawer. xomo Nancy Kaufman June 19, 2023 at 6:19 AM Hi Sweet Maureen, It's wonderful to have you come and visit on my page. I miss you and Mr. Rico so MUCH. Hope all is well with that fabulous brain of yours and that you are not overstressing it. xoxo Nancy

Beryl Edmonds June 17, 2023 at 1:01 PM I love the idea of being seasoned and not thought of as old. You’ve described the seasoning well, I guess we’ve all had our share of spice in our life. Fabulous poetry Nancy… Belle Nancy Kaufman June 19, 2023 at 6:21 AM Thanks Belle. I've come to the conclusion that it's a much more positive way to look at this aging process. We will be here until God is finished with us I guess. Have a blessed day.