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Age and other poems

Age and other poems
Photo: Izabella Bedő

Age


As I approach this age
I am still a child inside
My body is vulnerable
But my mind is alight
I am curious, I am here
I want to start anew
Try my hand at another dice,
maybe a few!
Then I see the numbers
Is that really me
I am sixty
How can that be?

Look


Look at yourself
Not as others do
But as your mother might
Your own eyes her sight.


Alive


Old and wrinkled
Fingers gnarled
A toothless grin
A well lined cask
White streaky hair
Not a trace of black
Eyes like razors
A cackling laugh
Wisdom of the ages
Powerful words
Vibrant, untamed
No time to nap
Serenity, whats that?
I am here and now
A living, breathing fire
Unapologetic, a live wire.


Me


I am not enough for them
But I am enough for me
I am not beautiful for them
But I am beautiful for me
I am not smart enough for them
But I am smart enough for me
I am me
Fuck them!


I Could


I could hate
But instead I love
If I give in
What will I have done
Subjugated myself
To a speck of dust
If I give in
What will they do
Crush me, smother me
Break me through
I could hate
But instead I love.

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