Fit at 79, sort of—poem
Some can go it alone
and some never need to be told
but I need a weekly schedule
for hula, Pump, t’ai chi
Pilates and Crows Feet dance
Category: Unyoung
Ageism without within—poem
I found ageism rampaging
in my neighbourhood
in job descriptions and prescriptions
in jokes and compliments and ads
on every screen, in tips and fads
Not yet please—a poem about dying
Avoid the void. Void the void. Implore the void. Embrace, revere, explore the void.
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Finding my brand as an old woman—a poem
A kind man offered to develop my brand.
I said, I don’t think you understand
That I am extremely old
and way beyond
the need for a personal brand.
Funeral thoughts — a poem
Never mind that my last words / were “Bloody hell!” Bloody hell / was not the grand summation/ of my time on earth.
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