Sentiments on Aging
and post notes and photos about your poem like Carolyn Devonshire.
Worn limbs creak like tomb's ancient doors
Jumping from youth to old age with lightning's shock
Kind mirrors with mounting dust blur lines
Leaping into my shopping cart are restorative skin creams
Before gremlins make off with them, memories visit briefly
…What was it I was trying to say?
February 18, 2019
For Nina's "Reflect That Emotion" Contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2019