The rise of the new unyoung — a poem
It’s the lot of our lot to figure it out
nobody but us, the oldish,
the unyoung, the new old, can work it out
how to be the age we are
It’s the lot of our lot to figure it out
nobody but us, the oldish,
the unyoung, the new old, can work it out
how to be the age we are
Once we were special because we were six
six little girls all dressed the same
all funny and noisy and naughty and cute.
Now we are special because we are
six old women all blessed the same
What’s it all about? This is the story of you, as you are now or as you will be one day: unyoung. It looks like the story of me as I tackle the shock of me being old right now and watch the spooky movie of me getting even older sliding every day towards the […]
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