woke this morning to find youth had fled
left gazing at a more mature woman instead
the same sparkly blue green eyes twinkled
but character lines are etched and wrinkled
the heart still young but the body slowing
why had youth deserted unknowing
greyed too young from child protection dread
henna transformed me into a sassy red-head
aging naturally renders me invisible
but the alternative is unthinkable
sorry but it does leave me cynical
I am grateful my life is so liveable
don’t leave it too late
or sit waiting for fate
no time to be sedate
this is the best state
for invisibility allows more
flexibility to address my core
purpose, it opens the door
I have more time to soar
wrote this ages ago … no idea why I didn’t post it!
This is gorgeous… the youth is always there in the sparkle. Youth is more of a nature and outlook I think, though being that I’m still a kid I can’t really know…
Love, light, and glitter
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lol but a kid with a kind heart 🙂
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The best mantra is to live it up!! Ageing naturally and being true to oneself is the way to be, Kate. So well said!
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only way to go … and if you can live by that policy from your age Punam, you will have a lot of fun in amongst the hardships 🙂
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I’m not sure…. about ageing…… I’ve had a few comebacks over the years……. for me it’s not an ageing process……. now I wake up and say hello to my next new day….. rain hail or shine……over the years, my age went pass me 3 times …. 30 years ago, then 20 years ago, the again last year……my old age flew away yesterday……. my new age is alive today under my verandah shade, ……. maybe I’ll write another poem tomorrow…… 😎💛🌏🌤
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The older I get the more I like the skin I’m in. Also the wider the divide between the outer age and the inner age – I sometimes need to remember that I can’t physically do what I did with such ease at 15~
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I have always tried to live simply. Not much into make-up and hair dies or fashion.
I like who I am, even if I am not ‘lime lit’ so to speak. I remember when I did more; belonged to more groups – it was stressful a schedule I am glad to not have anymore.
Age is truly just a number that other people seem to rely on. Young at heart, being there for those who really need me is one of my greatest joys. I leave distasteful drama to those who still have not realized that negativity shortens their life and ability to live. At least that’s what I see.
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So many of us can relate to this! Wonderful poem, SweetKate!
As we get more well-seasoned we will continue to soar. We might soar a bit slower, but we will still soar! 😉 🙂 Slower soarers see more, and experience more, than fast soarers! 😉
A lot of people don’t take the time to really see well-seasoned people, but from little girl on up, I always thought the well-seasoned people were the most interesting and most fun! I always “adopted” people to be my grandmas and grandpas. 🙂
HUGS!!! 🙂
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lol so did I … we have so much in common … have a few ideas of what I might do on my return, and most of them are with elders 🙂
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Love it..aging gracefully..doing as much as possible.
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love the last stanza Kate. So much we can do, just don’t sit still or be stagnant. I am glad you posted this, the timing is just perfect now.
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Haha… another year older soon….
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well you party hard Ivor, congrats!
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Oh, that was for Gina birthday … next week….xx
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Yup coming soon… There will be cake! 🙏❤️
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Yeah 🎂💙🌏
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Extremely accurate observation. When you look in the mirror, you can see the passage of time, but that’s the way it is. Someone on the street bowed and told me: Do you remember how we were playing in the sand together? I didn’t remember that.
Regards
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Amen Kate, this poem is what many women think every day! especially those of us who age naturally……….
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guess that those doing it unnaturally are more traumatised and thinking about it constantly! We are the fortunate ones here Wendi 🙂
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Yep, I get that. I look in the mirror some days and say who is that?? I’m trying to age gracefully, but not always successful. Thanks for a smile.
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gracefully … no no no you’ve got it all wrong!
We need to age disgracefully, being invisible, no expectations now is the time to be utterly disgraceful 🙂
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It’s a good poem. Addressing aging and yet finding one’s purpose.
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