Growing Old


I've spent a long time growing old
and here I am
with wrinkles on my face
and boney knuckles
and spider veins on both my legs.

Where did she go
the other me
with energy unbounded
and time to spend volunteering
and painting
and all that entertaining?

She still is here
but I find her so exhausting!
Better to play gin rummy with my love
text the grandkids
and breakfast with my friends
who have not died.

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