They say age is all in the mind
(liars)

The signs are there, the body betrays
the falsehood; a slow creep
of incidentals becomes an abrupt

FALL

Dancing like a teenager, the body
no longer bounces, it cracks

Age is felt and seen; in the
stiffness, in the mirror
(don’t look silly)

SHAKE UP, WAKE UP

Age is coming with cruel inevitability
(ok, ok, glove taken)

I feel the years, the future
will be different
(work is needed)

A different way of living will be found;
no defeat, no. Not today, not me.

BOMBSHELL

©Suze Adams 2022