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.
Categories:
senectitude, age,
Form: Free verse
Complicated but still robust.
Primo the best attitude.
Not manifested by time,
stay put 'til senectitude.
Moments not forgotten, has graditude.
Keeps moving forward.
Different goals, dreams hoard.
Swallows pride, shirk back stabbing crowd.
Commitment unsaid, probity the ring.
Trip, flop, drip, drop be pulled.
Feel worthless, serve like a King.
Wont let you sink
drown deep down the sea.
Friendship not a shaking ship.
Categories:
senectitude, 11th grade,
Form: I do not know?