General Poetry posted February 21, 2019

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A look at life

Garden of Graces

by Miss Sherry

Growing older is a garden of graces . . .
disgraces, wild goose chases, closed in places.
It is an imperceptible tottering of time on a
conveyer belt, where at the end time drops
into the slipstream and becomes the mobius .

Growing older is wanting to be older when
you are young and younger when you are old.
You wish away the days, never dreaming that
you would give a king's ransom to have them
back once again, treasured, appreciated.

In our youth, we squander time, kick it to the curb.
In our older years, we try to tie it to ourselves.
Age sneaks around when we aren't looking, spreads
its poison pollen and is gone without our seeing.

The business of living distracts us from noticing
until it is too late, when we look into a mirror,
only to behold the ruthless signs smothering us.
It is realizing men no longer turn and whistle.
You have become invisible, crayoned out until
some young man says, "Grandma, the time?"

Growing older is smelling of Icy Hot instead of
Beautiful by Estee Lauder, seeing people sniff.
It is keeping L`Oreal in business long past the time
you want to stop, but can't bear those gray hairs
that are mute testimony to the inexorable decay

Growing older is breaking the shackles of propriety
Wearing that purple, and at least four sweaters.
It is joyously realizing you don't care a fig what
people think or say about you or anything else.

You can laugh at the absurdity of fashion, style.
It is a delicious capability to say anything
you want, vent your opinions, disagree.
You say the most outrageous things freely,
and are forgiven, because you are getting
more than a little fey and just a little dotty.

And, oh, growing old is the sweetest blessing,
for you no longer are frozen in fear at death
and it's coming soon, for your years have
worn you out and everything changes so much
there is scarcely anything left of your world

What does it matter what god you worshipped
This earth has been hell enough for an eternity
and if there be heaven, it is icing on the cake
You have lived long enough to form your beliefs
and they propel you toward an adventure so
wondrous, you are breathless and eager to begin

I do believe in Jesus Christ as my Higher Power and in a life with Him when this life is through.
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