Because Subtlety Is Not My Strong Suit…


Getting old is not for the weak. 

Not for the faint of heart 
The fearful 
Or the hesitant 

Its for those of us 
Who can live with our regrets 
Carry the burden of our failures
And unrealised longing 

Getting old 
is a spiritual pilgrimage 
It asks you to give up 
some of the things you love
And some of the people 

To reconsider your expectations 
To put aside your disappointments 

Pieces of your identity 
will be stripped away like wet clothing 

You will discard 
that which you've outgrown 
Turn a deaf ear to inane chatter 
Focus harder 
on the empty pause

This is the time 
to embrace the ghosts of your past 
To search for angels in ceiling tiles
And find wonder
in small unlikely places

Getting old requires a pure heart 
One at home with its own contradictions

It is the surrender of ego 
And self-delusion 
Requires us to meditate 
On isolation and invisibility 
To release want and knowing 
Like dry leaves in a windstorm. 

But most of all 

It demands 
strength and cunning
Resistance and refusal

Even a little rage

So you can sneak up behind those who would consign you to silence 
And gently shove their sorry asses 
down a flight of stairs 

Getting old is not for the weak, my friends 

Kick at the dimming flame. 

You ain't done yet.

Published by FatAngryOldBroad

Former Stand-Up Comic, Writer, Poet, and all-round Subversive...

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