Perspective
is the pits, a dreaded thing,
but I think aging is a blessing.
I can take a nap, read a book,
sit in a rocking chair without guilt.
People just smile if I forget
their name or what I came to do,
I get discounts at stores and movies,
assistance in carrying my groceries
preference in acquiring a seat.
But the best thing of all is looking
at the young and knowing those scary,
hectic, troubling times are over.
No more worrying about latest styles,
or the right shade of makeup
or how I look in a bathing suit. Now
I wear anything that’s comfortable,
don’t care about spots and wrinkles,
or getting lost in the parking lot,
just glad to be alive and navigating!
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