Growing Old(er)
Oh, to be bored; a gift in middle age
a craving for time of solitude
to wish away busy, dailiness and details
One hopes for a slackened pace, a breaking of stride
a moment's reprieve, unhindered grace
Time becomes infinate no more, it changes-up on ya
after middle age, gravity creeps in
method and madness become one
life catches up slower even as time rushes by
A woman will step quietly
into the fullness of herself
throws away the clocks, her mascara.
Poems in Passage
Picture of the Growing Old(er) ad poster taken on the TTC subway in June, 2024.
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