There are Some Days

 

There are some days

I consider my age

and I go into denial.

73, how can that be?

Some nights (as I dream)

I think I’m 25 and full of

vim, vigor and vitality.

Then upon rising my

arthritic body and

the bathroom mirror

tell me differently.

I never think about age

when I awake, not until

I try to move.

Watching TV I notice,

my, how that movie

star has aged, and

then I remind myself

I am older than he.

How can that be?

Why, it was only

yesterday…

But nowadays it is

my memory which

gives me away.

It is not reflexively

as quick and

accurate as it

used to be.

Oh and too,

patience is not

on my side.

It is said that

good things come

to those who wait.

It has been

my experience

to have waited

in vain

for a good

long time.

And…

And…

And...

Jeff Bridges!

Finally!

I’ve been trying

to remember that

actor’s name for

damn near a week.

You’re not old,

some admonish me.

I say, tell that to

my aching elbows,

hip, and knees.

And lest I forget,

go ahead, try and

convince that to

my muddled

and murky

memory.

            -30-

Chris Hanch 3-5-2021