I'm Getting to That Age

Jan 09, 2025

Aging parents with broken hips,
Higher risk of stroke and hospital trips

Flashing red hot and forgetting words,
Now bladder weakness, that’s truly absurd!

Prep for colonoscopy with a ghastly drink
Take enough tablets to make me clink.

Didn’t I once hold down 2 jobs,
Maintained the plank and the downward dog?

Now walking the dog, I can pull a muscle
And anxiety leaps from crowds and hustle.

Trains and planes take my tension high
But I’d have been excited in years gone by.

I color my hair to hide the grey,
Use lotions and masques to keep wrinkles at bay

My chicks leave the nest to set up a home
Excitement for them, but more often alone.

Time can’t be slowed and it’s not always kind,
But I treasure the memories and what’s left behind.

Raise a glass to my birthday, a milestone in life.
Stepping up: Child to adult, girlfriend to wife,

Mother to a friend, who they Facetime each week
A technical fossil, now it’s their help I seek.

Holding his hand, I can still dance in time,
My heart is all his, and he can claim mine.

We promised forever and we won’t break that vow,
Plus I’m wrinkled and grumpy — who’d have me now?

He is my lobster, completing my half,
And I want him beside me as I drop off the graph.

But let’s not get morbid, don’t write me off yet,
I’ve plans to fulfil, and it’s no safe bet.

My dreams may be smaller as the sand grains slip through,
But life is still sweet, a magical brew.

I plan to get published, a novel I hope,
Move house, be a grandma, there’s plenty of scope

For dreaming and scheming and meet-ups with friends
Holidays and culture and love without end.

Growing up’s an adventure, growing old — not so fun,
It’s true when they say, youth’s wasted on the young.

Sixty’s a big one, more behind than ahead,
But it gives me no reason to regard it with dread.

Seize the day friends! Post originally shared on Medium

Forays into Fiction by Posy Churchgate