This is my salute to aging... in the face of my late twenties, I made a choice. I refused to "get old." This does not mean that I found the holy grail or found my way to a witch doctor... or am in denial. It simply means that I will do whatever I can to maintain my body so that I may remain as active as possible in my life. Meanwhile, I will not acknowledge deep within my soul that I am old, for I do not feel old. It is true thus far- you are only as old as you feel. Yes, I feel wiser, but do I feel old. Hell no.
P.S. It should be mentioned that my line breaks are VERY intentional in all my poems. Pay attention and you will be rewarded with a shower of double entendres.
Of Crow’s Feet
I still wear turquoise cowgirl
Boots and green eye
Shadow with a mini-
Skirt smile, yoga wit.
I’ll still gun you
Down with a sharp-
Shooter tongue- it saves
Space on the hard drive.
Because I can no longer decipher my wrist-
Watch. Well, I no longer
Carry a watch- what an utter waste
Of my dear, time.© Copyright 2005 Joanna Brown
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