[stylist] Poem - "Ageing" - First Draft

[William L Houts]

Hi Gang,


Wrote a poem today after being away from my morning desk for a few 
months.  This one's about those creaky bones we all get after several 
decades contending with gravity.  It's just a little bit morbid, I 
think, but not grossly so, or so I hope.


--Bill


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Aging

I'm not so old, as reckoned now: only 48,

with stalwart bravest hair,an air

of faint resign, and mind engraving lines of light,

one hopes, instead of jangled body grousing.

I house my hopes, my hymns, in stanzas

silver blue and full of moon.

and rising sun as well. Death, that jealous queen

is on my heels, if not my heart:I start

to scribe some wisdom verse, no better than antacid ads

if not much worse. My shudder bones are ache with rue:

complaint for pains incurred two decades past.

I'll last another decade; two, if I can watch

my judder step, and always brush my teeth and sparsing hair

and serve the mind, our body's mayor.







-- 


"Oh, Sophie!  Whyfore have you eated all de cheeldren?"