Traveling at Speed
When I was just a little tad
And full of zest and vim
I never thought the day would come
When eyesight could grow dim
And hair fall out, and memories
Impossible to keep,
Or that my middle would go soft
Or I would fall asleep
Just trying to sit through the news,
But couldn’t sleep at night,
Get creaky and arthritic
And develop underbite,
But, over and above these things,
No way would I have guessed
The day would pounce so suddenly,
So early. I’m depressed!
Art-Colored Glasses 
Who is that Old Lady staring back out of the mirror? GAH!
😀
Don’t blame me–*I’m* only haunting my *own* mirror!!
Youth as they say (or somebody did – I cannot remember who) is wasted on the young. I love the line ‘And full of zest and vim’ it’s so evocative.
lol! My softening middle has been a pressing concern, lately. As well as my total lack of motivation to do anything about it. =D
Hmmm, *my* middle is pressing against my waistband, too. As far as I’m concerned, I’ll keep operating on the basis of thinking that if everything is best done in moderation, then moderation should be acted out moderately too. Can you hear my happy piggy snuffles from up there??? 🙂
Oh, this is wonderful, Kathryn! Love it to pieces! 🙂 xx
What can I say: it’s an area of particular expertise for me! xoxoxo!