Tag Archives: Aging

Poems and stories about growing older,aging, deteriorating

THE ALBUMS

THE ALBUMS

Mother’s shrinkage was marked by domicile

House, apartment, retirement and nursing home
shedding at each move, furniture, china, and art
except for, and never, the old photo albums
heavy in padded leather brown and green

Each visit when conversation stuttered to a stall
(Religion all but Baptist drowned
and what use is weather without crops)
out would come the albums
and in we all would dive
for pennies
bright and shiny at the bottom of the pool

Here’s one from 1958
how young the queen looked then

LEONARD COHEN AT EIGHTY

LEONARD COHEN AT EIGHTY

There is a crack in everything
that’s how the light gets in

Anthem

Growing old does not dim
the magic that you hold
for you were always old

That women want
to sleep with their fathers
Freud would not consider odd
(though nuns may call it God)

but no matter how many cracks
you or the light might see
growing old is still
not all it’s cracked up to be

so you’ve fought
depression all your life
and perhaps you always will

but for mere boys who must compete
it’s more depressing still

ZEN AGAIN

ZEN AGAIN

Before enlightenment
chop wood haul water

After enlightenment
the body still grows old

More water must be hauled
– hydration is important

More wood will be needed
the cold wants to be your lover
worm its way
into your
ever more porous bones

Write about it
as fast as you can
before your stories fall into the holes