Will I ever outgrow this?

What is this ridiculous obsession ~
perhaps a case of simple vanity?

There's so much more to life
than warped arrogant narcicism.

I'm obviously more than
these pesky extra pounds
around my waist and
few deep wrinkles on my face
yet still it manages to monopolize 
my moods and daily thoughts.

I seem to spend my time
reminding mirror and self,
much like repeating a mantra,
that I am the sum total of my years.

Meanwhile I'll wait patiently for this brain 
to start embracing the golden age of wisdom.


AP: Honorable Mention 2025

ageanxietybodychangelossfree verse

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Quoth Theraven

July 30, 2025 at 9:53 PM

Line, You share the trials well, by singing to the choir. Wonderful and light-hearted, hope you never outgrow such a kind sensibility. -Richard

Line Gauthier

July 31, 2025 at 4:20 AM

Thanks Richard ~ I love your 'singing to the choir' comment

Bill Baker

July 30, 2025 at 9:26 PM

So true, Line. We must learn to accept that we are the accumulation of our whole life. In my case, it took 80 years for me to be who I am now. It's not likely to change much in the short run. Thanks for sharing your thoughts us through your fine poetry, my friend. Have a pleasant weekend. Bill

Line Gauthier

July 31, 2025 at 4:22 AM

Thanks Bill, I hate to admit this obsession I have... I call it obsession, it's recurring actually thoughts that I wish I did not have ~