Tag: aging

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The Mirror

Posted on by Penny Wilson Writes

Looking in the mirror, I have finally gotten to the point where I don’t see the excess weight as often.  I don’t worry so much about the lines around my eyes.  I’ve come to like the streaks of silver in my hair.  These days, I more often reflect on what’s inside.  I know that I am more patient today than I used to be.  I see the value in friendships, relationships and gestures of kindness.  I’ve slowed down, not only on the outside, but inside too.  I’m much more content to spend time listening to the world around me.  I savor the sunrises and sunsets.  With the road ahead of me now shorter than the road behind me, finally, finally, I can love the image reflected in the mirror.  

Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson

Posted in Life, Prose, Uncategorized, Writing

Withered

Posted on by Penny Wilson Writes

Hands

When you look at me, do you see the passions of a young girl?  Do you see me?

These hands once held a favorite baby doll. They tenderly held a lover.  They held a child to comfort and a spouse as they passed.

These feet, skipped, danced and played in the rain.  They wore high heels and hiking boots.

I once told secrets in the dark, giggling with childish delight.   I ran and jumped and fought imaginary pirates, or cowboys.

These eyes, were once sparkling and clear.  Behind them lay the heart of adventure and daring.  Yesterday my long dark hair would fly behind me as I chased tomorrow.

Now my body moves slowly and the aches and pains are many.  My hair is thin and silver.  My memory of yesterday is not as clear as it once was.

When you look at me, do you see me?  Or do you see the withered shell?

Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson

*A version of this was originally penned in 2016. I hope you enjoyed this revision.

 

Posted in Life, Poetry, Prose, Stories, Writing

The Mirror

Posted on by Penny Wilson Writes

Looking in the mirror, I have finally gotten to the point where I don’t see the excess weight as often.  I don’t worry so much about the lines around my eyes.  I’ve come to like the streaks of silver in my hair.  These days, I more often reflect on what’s inside.  I know that I am more patient today than I used to be.  I see the value in friendships, relationships and gestures of kindness.  I’ve slowed down, not only on the outside, but inside too.  I’m much more content to spend time listening to the world around me.  I savor the sunrises and sunsets.  With the road ahead of me now shorter than the road behind me, finally, finally, I can love the image reflected in the mirror.  

Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson

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Posted in Life

Learning to be Old–4 — Source of Inspiration

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REBLOG: Please enjoy Pat’s wonderful post and be sure to visit her terrific blog! 

Aging is not for sissies. One has to be tenacious, optimistic, and have a well developed sense of humor, especially when it comes to laughing at one’s self. And one needs to learn to refuse to treat aging as a disease. I hereby declare that no doctor be able to “diagnose” a problem I have […]

Learning to be Old–4 — Source of Inspiration
Posted in Poetry, Writing

Offensive Ache

Posted on by Penny Wilson Writes 

Tormented fingers
race
across the keyboard

Release sought
from unrelenting
thoughts

Agonizing assault
ignored

Pain denied

Cascade of words
flow
from tormented digits

Satiated deliverance
once more
achieved

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*An older post but even more relevant today.
Posted in Life, Stories

My Body Has Betrayed Me!

Posted on by Penny Wilson Writes

At what point did my body start betraying me?

I used to be able to party until dawn, get home just in time to shower, change my clothes and go to work.  Yeah, I’d be hung over as hell, but I could do it!

Now, I wouldn’t dream of doing such a thing!

I get pissy if someone wants to have a “late” meeting or dinner, say, 8 or 9pm?   I’d think, “What the hell?  I’m on my way to a bubble bath and my comfy jammies by then!”

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Please enjoy Walt’s poem and be sure to pop into his blog and spend some time visiting this romantic’s lovely work.  Enjoy!

Years of running Years of drumming Mile after mile Endless drum solos Late nights Early mornings Two packs a day For too many years Junk food COPD Scoliosis Hearing loss 15 surgeries I did it to myself Scars Showing that I’ve lived But the damage is done ~The Tennessee Poet~ ©Walt Page 2018 All Rights […]

via The Damage Is Done – A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet — Walt’s Writings

The Damage Is Done – A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet — Walt’s Writings

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Posted in Poetry

Precious Jewel

Posted on by Penny Wilson Writes

I seem to be
more aware
of the passage of time
and life not lived
or time wasted.

I feel it slipping by me
and I know I cannot
slow its progress.

Depression was the thief
that stole much of my life
from me.

It shakes me
to my core
to realize
that it took me
this long
to realize
the precious jewel
that is life.

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

*A special Thank You to Chuck over at The Reluctant Poet for his kindness and his insight.