Senectitude Is Re Wreck Ta Tude

Senectitude is Re Wreck Ta Tude My teeth are failing, my gums blowing darts My hands are spotted, Grandma hands, and she has been gone fifty-five years. Yet I look down and there they are Surprising they are not crocheting Or knitting or soothing a crying child. They are perpetually typing. My eyes are going; they have lost their lilt. They no longer sing or play or skip or dance. They do not light up a room the way they once did. I am invisible now. Not sure when that started, But I am sure now. People walk by my cellophane self, Not seeing me in any human way. My teeth hurt and my soul is raging mad. My grandma hands are spotted, but no longer laughing. Senectitude is Re Wreck Ta Tude I am a cellophane woman The twelve year old girl I see in the mirror No one else has seen for a long time. Floaties crowd up between me and interstate signs. I am breaking the mirrors, slapping them down on the highway, Angry that my teeth are failing Did I tell you my gums are blowing darts I hope they stop soon. My mind is not dancing any more. And my soul is crying.