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(1941 / Jug Fork, Mississippi)

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Fighting Aging

The wrinkles are cavorting
on my lips and my face,
reminding me
of bothersome years!

They are chortling,
and laughing aloud,
running their
linear flirtations!

I cringe!
I cry! I sigh,
then I realize
It's a losing battle.

So I give in gracefully.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Edited: Saturday, August 07, 2010

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  • Cj Heck (2/15/2007 11:28:00 AM)

    Boy, can I relate to this poem, Scarlett! ! It's funny how we just learn to live with the changes going on... but just between us, I'm dragging my feet all the way! Great poem!

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  • fanniesson - (8/28/2006 12:23:00 PM)

    love it great write here
    you got the over 50 crowd
    right in the heart with this one
    Good to know someone is
    thinking the same thoughts
    at my or about the same age

  • Jerry Hughes (6/26/2006 5:48:00 PM)

    Good write redboid, but it's my intent to grow old, disgracefully...

  • Sid John Gardner. (6/25/2006 4:06:00 PM)

    Weve all got a few 'Laughter lines' Scarlett.It makes us who we are.
    Nice write,
    Kind Regards Sid John.

  • Dee Daffodil (6/23/2006 8:21:00 PM)

    Very good imagery Scarlett...I can picture those naughty wrinkles having the time of their life. With age, comes wisdom...

  • Sylvia Spencer (6/23/2006 5:49:00 PM)

    read the poem and loved it we all have to take care but don't let it pull you down, because we are growing old with gracefullness so be it, brilliant words. cheers Rosie

  • R H (6/22/2006 8:26:00 AM)

    Superb poem Scarlett - lovely personification at play. Let wrinkles cavort and chortle - that way you know you'll always be you! Warmest wishes, Justine

  • Alison Cassidy (6/22/2006 2:29:00 AM)

    Scarlet Tweet, I know just what you mean. I avoid mirrors with flourescent lights. That helps. I recall my darling mum, well into her eighties, saying 'You know, Darling, I know I look like a withered old prune, but feel just the same inside! ' I think the reason our eyesight goes in our forties is to give us insurance against seeing things too clearly in our sixties and beyond. love Allie Cat

  • Chuck Audette (6/21/2006 3:38:00 PM)

    A few lines about a few lines, eh? Well-done! -chuck

  • Esther Leclerc (6/20/2006 7:37:00 PM)

    Tell you what, there is nothing more lovely than a smile. : ]
    My mother is 79 now, but when she smiles you'd never guess her age.
    Be YOU and SMILE - there's a beauty girl! ! ! Love, Esther : ]

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