I just came across a little blurb I had written 10 years ago, and had to laugh. First of all, how time flies! I probably was staring at a bunch of pot pourri, thinking “Like sands through the hourglass, so are the Days of Our Lives.” Also, I was probably contemplating hurling that pot pourri into the compost heap of oblivion, which I eventually did, when I moved to Maine!
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ON GETTING OLD
Between the ages of 20 and 48, we feel we can do anything, but the reality is that around 48 those under that age see us as “old”.
The Aging Rose (by me).
Aging is like a rose:
A calyx embraced by its sepals
A bud in a vase
An emerging corolla
A blossom
A bursting perianth…
Should it be nipped in the bloom,
A desiccated flower with all its beauty, color, and fragrance suspended in time.
Come to think of it, some would consider the desiccated blossoms dust collectors… (I have many of those!).
Dum Spiro Spero 