A Ripe Old Age - Poem by Melvina Germain
As a child my curiosity was a fascination.
My teens found the gift of self gratification.
In my twenties, I was a blossoming flower.
My thirties wrote many elegant hours.
At forty, I began to line and fade,
sitting quietly in the shade.
The fifties came and I tried to turn back the clock.
When sixty arrived, I was dismissed from the flock.
Seventy took me by surprise, why I was certain
I was wearing a disguise.
At eighty, I wondered who I was, my memory
seemed to have lost its way.
At ninety I reached the final curtain, stubborn,
obnoxious and certain. When the shadow of
death hovered over me, I waved my crippled
finger. You’ve brought me this far to watch me
fall. I dare say, you took it all. I lived a life
wreck less, true, now the rest is up to you.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: July 9/2010
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