When youth has been scrapped off and is gone

And when the bruisings

of knocking yourself out –

trying to keep up on swinging back hard,

with worn out clinched fists,

at the Great

Going

Down –

is foolish.

When the shocks of slipping and punching your own eyes, nose and heart,

and the sudden surprises of lost grips, trips, falls, and tosses hard

against chairs, walls and loss –

are

your

worries.

7.8 earthquakes

hurricane 5s

20 foot flood surges

rush in and rush out.

Old age hangs around and gets even older,

and is bolder and has more courage than extreme weather.

These are the fiendishly not dead yet endish years

when your oldest of your old age you already know

will win and kill you – and

is already calling you a loser –

and you are being forced as a serious person

to endure these years

with years and years and years of dark humor.

©️June 2025 Much Love, Deb Poems