Full disclosure: Poetry is not my thing. I’ve never been good at it, but I greatly admire those who are. The way they paint emotions and convey realities in so few words has always astounded me.
Yet, every once in a while, I find a poem popping into my head. Here’s one that did just that as I’ve been navigating recent events and all the uncertainty they’ve provoked, especially when it comes to living, dying, and trying to stay healthy.
A Poem About Age
Age gracefully,
or not.
Age with fire,
or not.
Age with passion,
or not.
Age with abandon,
or not.
Age with hope,
or not.
Age with conviction,
or not.
Age with intention,
or not.
Age joyfully,
or not.
Age with sass,
or not.
Age with spunk,
or not.
Age with humor,
or not.
Age with wonder,
or not.
Age peacefully,
or not.
Age with love,
or not.
Age in all of these ways,
none of these ways,
or a combo of some of these ways,
or not.
The most important thing to do is age.
Because as my dad always said,
it beats the alternative.