Elderhoodism
The times are changing as fast as can be.
An oh how that’s affecting the inside of me!
I want to scream, to yell, and to shout!
But that’s not what coping with life’s all about.
I can’t retreat to my childhood first stage
when emotional tirades we so full of rage.
Nor can I “get over it” like Adult should do.
or seek respite when all my work is through.
I can’t be a Senior. Those years have passed.
Few want my guidance. My wisdom comes last.
So I just have to “Let Go” some things that i knew
things that helped me the longer I grew...
Elderhood aging is future’s new hope.
If I learn not to medicate, nor sit around and mope.
It’s clear i must find the lifestyle I choose.
Among other elders who actively recluse.
Now I’m less physical. Less memory’s a scare!
And few are mindful of my kind of care.
I just want to learn the rest of my life
so i can share my lessons which lessen our strife.
