Thoughts on Aging by Deborah A. Dickinson My doc is newly licensed, He's barely turned a page, But something he said recently, Has caused me great outrage "This is what I would expect From a woman of your age." As I age I see the grey A little more each passing day. It's in my hair and in my brow And places I would not avow. But would I dye in deep despair And change the color of my hair? Oh no, God frosted me this way So this is how my hair will stay. I'm officially forty-five And more than glad to be alive. Though middle-aged, ah yes, it's true, I will not say my life's half through. Many live a century plus score, And I intent to live some more. So don't tell me I've passed my prime, I won't listen; this is my time. |
(NOTE: Final stanza was published as a complete > poem entitled, "Prime Time" in the March/April 2005 edition of Saturday Evening Post.)
Deborah A. Dickinson is a freelance writer who resides in WNY. In addition to the Northside Writers group, she is also a member of the Association for Professional Woman Writers and the Network of Biblical Storytellers (NOBS). Her publications include 10 "My Views" for the Buffalo News, a how-to for Toastmaster Magazine (June 2003), and a poem for the Saturday Evening Post (March/April 2005). She has also contributed several poems to the WNY Chapters of The Compassionate Friends and the Bereaved Parents of the USA for their annual memorial services, after the loss of her brother David, to cystic fibrosis in 1999. Deborah has attended several workshops including, How to write a Children's Book at Niagara University in the fall of 2005. She looks forward to wider publication of her poetry, short stories and novels.