Numerous “What you should do”
Advice posts on social media
It all seems so long ago
That I cared
Being old, well,
It is just living in the now
With the bit of fear
About approaching pain
Or an undignified end
Among strangers
Or the loss of my mind
Total, that is, because
Some of it is already gone
Like when I ask myself
Um, why did I come into this room?
What did I want to say?
Or
How can it be Thursday already?
Yet there is the joy of
Being able to recall and sing
All those songs from my youth
That are thankfully still popular today
Rocking out gives as much pleasure
As it ever did
There is trying to diet and exercise
Because the reality is brutal
As it always was
But the wrinkles are reflected back
To my surprised eyes
And I say,
“Surely it is a misunderstanding
Between my brain, eyes and the
Mirror that is obviously a cheap version
Of a real one!”
We are all merely a Buddhist sand painting
A created, colorful mandala
Years in the making
Seconds in the melding
Of individual grains
With the earth, water, wind and fire
I understand the analogy
Just cannot accept it…
© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
