aging:truth

sixty

but a breath away

never afraid of

numbers

never afraid

I love my short

curly mop of hair

laced with grey

I love my curvy

muscular healthy

body with all its

imperfections

I embrace my

laugh lines and

all the things

society holds in

never ending

disdain, daring

us to age

without regret

awaken

suddenly, bright evervesant

eyes glowing full of life

even in the ones I usually shun

I find solace in companionship

the story the stake the claim

all of interest suddenly

the intensity of life quietly

overwhelms us all

so we hide stacking our

worth heavy on our souls

for all to see, a prize of sorts

a sad prize, meaningless