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WHEN SKIN WEARS THIN
The skin I'm in
is wearing thin,
cannot keep out
chill winds of doubt
that taunt at the
aging body
with its wrinkles,
grey hair sprinkles,
fleshly sagging
and the lagging
of performance
in one's distance
exercises.
Late life crises -
when life's summer
faces winter,
and one's figure
in the mirror
is less tautened
as we're autumned.
is wearing thin,
cannot keep out
chill winds of doubt
that taunt at the
aging body
with its wrinkles,
grey hair sprinkles,
fleshly sagging
and the lagging
of performance
in one's distance
exercises.
Late life crises -
when life's summer
faces winter,
and one's figure
in the mirror
is less tautened
as we're autumned.
Published 7th Sep 2023
Author's Note
Grew out of a rhyming comment I made to Her's "Skin suit"; I went on exploring a view of getting older.
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7th Sep 2023 12:40pm
Wow! Pretty emotional, Soloman. Made me feel sad reading of your struggles with age. May it be many years until you are autumned, I mean entombed. 😜
I was thinking more in the general than the particular self. Aging (at 64) is not a depressingly pervading influence with me - I was rather articulating what I have known others say they feel concerning themselves. I still enjoy going naked at home.
I have though had a recent running impediment appear in my knee that has brought an end to my exercise runs as I came to enjoy them as they had been a great part of my feelgood factor and a social selling point - but I can still walk and safely drive my car. Also in the previous two years of my time running I used to run commando in the pre-dawn but I seem now to be less tolerant of chillier weather. That is the only bit of me that is in this poem really. It gives me more empathy though with the rest.
I count myself in the later autumn of my years rather than old age itself.
I have though had a recent running impediment appear in my knee that has brought an end to my exercise runs as I came to enjoy them as they had been a great part of my feelgood factor and a social selling point - but I can still walk and safely drive my car. Also in the previous two years of my time running I used to run commando in the pre-dawn but I seem now to be less tolerant of chillier weather. That is the only bit of me that is in this poem really. It gives me more empathy though with the rest.
I count myself in the later autumn of my years rather than old age itself.
7th Sep 2023 4:27pm
Of course, my friend. I hope you'll be able to resume the running when or if you recover sufficiently. I personally would not be brave enough to go commando. 😉
7th Sep 2023 3:42pm
7th Sep 2023 3:53pm
I thought it was erotic,but after the read i found that your words hold so much wisdom and experience, But aging is not losing the verve of living with pep and love,
its about giving a new definition to things we let pass by, without taking the best advantage of them..
Nice words from you.. stay happy.
its about giving a new definition to things we let pass by, without taking the best advantage of them..
Nice words from you.. stay happy.
13th Sep 2023 1:34pm
