Sloth-like she shuffles
each stride an argument
against unwilling muscles,
ignores spasms, lips pursed
in concentration, advances
Cockeyed he totters,
step…hop…step, poker-hot
stabs punctuating his effort
moves swiftly as if to out run
pain, face set in determination
They are out of sync, oddball
awkward sightseers, obstacles
for the fast-moving able-bodies
that whir past unable to fathom
motivation in crooked spines.
The race here is against time,
propelled by insatiable thirst,
they forage for snippets worthy
of hoarding, squirrels readying
for winter’s harsh call, days
when minds still alert will hunger
despite bodies inert, they will
dine on memory, boast about
the daring, reminisce fondly
over adventures hard won.
(A portrait of aging, first published in 2017. Image my own)
You have so excellently expressed the obstacles of aging, VJ. So relegable. I am trying hard so not to become a liability but aging is cruel…
I simply loved the image, clear water, reflection, everything is marvelous.
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Aging is cruel, and so unexpected. Thank you
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Such an accurate portrayal of aging. I was thinking that just the word “Obstacles” as the title describes it perfectly. Life is one after another, after another. lol We either overcome or succumb. Loved it, and your image, VJ.
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Not to mention that with my mobility aids, I have become an obstacle, lol. Thanks Susi
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Oh, no! lol Humans or mechanical? You’re welcome, dear!
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Such a poignant and vivid portrayal of aging—it captures both the struggles and the resilience so beautifully. The imagery of “dining on memory” is especially touching, a reminder of the treasures we carry within.
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Yes. It’s so important to have good memories to savour later. Thanks so much for reading and your thoughtful comment.
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People walk faster, talk faster, and can’t seem to speak up.
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Indeed
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Ageing is such a bummer. Something’s gotta give as we “shuffle” towards our end. Beautifully expressed, VJ.
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Thanks Punam
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The race against time! Beautiful poem
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Thanks
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You’re welcome!
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Your image is beautiful and goes perfectly with your poem!
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Thanks so much!
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This is captivating VJ! I loved it! ❤
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Thank you!
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“sloth-like she shuffles” is why you’re a master poetess ❤
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Haha, thanks K. I borrowed that from my granddaughter 😁
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“each stride an argument”…you capture so much in just a few words, VJ….💕
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Thanks Victoria.
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💕💕💕
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So well expressed about the hardship of aging, VJ.
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Thanks Lauren
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A vivid portrayal of getting infirm with age.
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🙏🤗
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🩷
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Ao well evoked
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Thanks Derrick
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It’s hard to lose mobility. But I fear losing my mind more. Aging is difficult in all respects. (K)
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All the losing is difficult, K. Seems to be part of the process though.
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Yes it does.
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People, and life, do seem to whiz by nowadays!
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Yes, they do!
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Great imagery, VJ. A little too close to home for me perhaps hahahahaha.
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Oh dear. At least you still can laugh
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Trying to!
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Such rich imagery here, and the image fits!
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Thanks Mary.
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I love your poem, VJ. Not looking forward to this stage of life (if I’m lucky enough to live that long). However, there are little signs that hint of it on the horizon. *sigh* You know what George Bernard Shaw said: “Youth is wasted on the young.”
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It is definitely wasted. Just keep your sense of humour intact. Thanks
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An accurate and moving portrait of aging.
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Thanks
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You’re welcome.
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Captivating words and image, VJ
The last stanza “when minds still alert will hunger
despite bodies inert, they will
dine on memory, boast about
the daring, reminisce fondly
over adventures hard won.”
Soo good👏💕
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Thanks so much, Cindy.
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You’re so welcome, VJ💕
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The last stanza was my favorite, too.
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Thanks Liz
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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