SEVENTY!
Seventy loomed it’s ugly head and pointed it’s finger at me
I cowered in the corner and said oh NO this cannot be!
Surely you’re mistaken
tell me it’s not true
But seventy stepped in and said
I’m now a part of you.
I held on to denial... People that age are old
Wrinkled, hunched and over the hill
The thought just left me cold
It’s an old cliche but the years went fast
In the blink of an eye the decades passed
Each milestone along the way
Brought me closer to where I am today
Do I wish I were younger?
Perhaps now and then
I indulge in nostalgia of days way back when
Though lotions and potions no longer conceal
Life long friendships and family are real
And memories will always be
Cherished deep inside of me
Age has its privilege
Or so I’ve been told
Some haven’t been blessed with growing old
So my spirit lives in a purple haze
Of a younger girl in long ago days
In spite of the wrinkles and graying hair
Look deep in my eyes ——and you’ll see her there
Judi Kipner Wolf. January, 2018
I cowered in the corner and said oh NO this cannot be!
Surely you’re mistaken
tell me it’s not true
But seventy stepped in and said
I’m now a part of you.
I held on to denial... People that age are old
Wrinkled, hunched and over the hill
The thought just left me cold
It’s an old cliche but the years went fast
In the blink of an eye the decades passed
Each milestone along the way
Brought me closer to where I am today
Do I wish I were younger?
Perhaps now and then
I indulge in nostalgia of days way back when
Though lotions and potions no longer conceal
Life long friendships and family are real
And memories will always be
Cherished deep inside of me
Age has its privilege
Or so I’ve been told
Some haven’t been blessed with growing old
So my spirit lives in a purple haze
Of a younger girl in long ago days
In spite of the wrinkles and graying hair
Look deep in my eyes ——and you’ll see her there
Judi Kipner Wolf. January, 2018