No fear of old age—a poem

How To Be Old
How To Be Old
No fear of old age—a poem
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Woman on a hospital gurney gives thumbs up. Drawing.
No fear of old age! Thumbs up.

Many people say they have fear of old age, not death or dying. But my role model is the woman who wasn’t afraid of open heart surgery—or loneliness—or lazy brain. This poem has danced off the page and has its own chorus and a subterranean tune.

2 thoughts on “No fear of old age—a poem

  1. Great! I loved the way you capture the spirit of this woman- I love the way you let her speak through your reading. Podcasts are a great way to communicate about poetry. I enjoyed hearing you read this afternoon at the Fringe Bar- and I have enjoyed reading your writing right back from Farewell Speech and earlier. If you were a flower, you would be a perennial or a David Austin rose!

    1. Rachel McAlpine says:

      How exciting to hear from you: a second Wellington reader within a few days! Thank you for your kind words. They mean lot.

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