Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Advancing Days

My stomach muscles struggled
to pull me upright today.
I somehow got cat food
on the inside of my dressing gown,
and I thought -
it's not yet, but
old age is coming.
Not racing around
scorched rubber corners
like the boy racers
the mayor is culling,
but like Franz Joseph,
advancing inexorably
to a dry rock bed
with a sign and photos to say:
this is where I used to be.


Blogger Chris Never said...

Very good write kid.

I rarely feel old myself *grin*

I am far too silly to accept the mantel of old man which comes occasionally to try and settle upon my shoulders :)

1:20 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

that's called Peter Pan syndrome and is peculiar to men.

I've lost count of the number of men I've heard sing that tired old refrain "I'm never going to grow up/get old."

Of course they are! What they really mean is that they're never going to become responsible adults. They leave all that boring uncool stuff to their poor wives.

(sorry, bit of a sore point with me having been the other half of that sort of couple for a looooong time)

4:50 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

You chastise me for it

yet it is an integral part of what makes me me.

I doubt I could be who and what I am without that element

You need wonder
to create wonders

at least, I do....

And simply because I have that particular syndrome as you call it, doesn't mean I am not responsible as an adult

Far from it actually
You can be both

I am sorry for you that your experiences have not been good ones
with that side of men.

1:20 PM  
Blogger Pris said...

Excellent poem, Moon! You're so right about so many men. It's not the 'growing old' they fear, but the 'growing up' and you're not the only woman to deal with this, a fact I don't think many men will 'get':-)

12:53 PM  

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