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Growing Older
by Fred Pifer.
In my mortal flesh I look up to the heavens;
Aging makes me feel not as bullet proof as I once did.
I see myself going from one of the front runners,
Next to a participant, then finally to a mere spectator.
Reliving my lost vitality vicariously through watching others;
Remembering that spring in my step before the knee surgery.
The drive is still in my heart even as I look in the mirror.
I see some old man looking back at me, a grandfather;
No longer in the prime of my life, I look longingly back.
Wishing for a pill that some research scientist invents
That surges my vitality in the fullness of my body;
Not just certain areas like the little blue pill does.
I still pummel my body with exercise, staving off the flab;
I hear the “ your in good shape, for your age”.
I cringe, as I realize that I am running from that old man.
Every morning he mocks me when I brush my teeth.
No longer having to spend time combing my hair,
I don't have to face him as long as used to.
Then one day not too long ago,
I simply stared at the me that I have become.
He has a kindly smile of acceptance, gentle eyes of wisdom.
He seems sorta likable when I see him for what he is.
The little bits of silver hair hanging tough;
I see the generations of my forefathers looking back at me.
I gain respect for this man in the mirror;
Yes, I embrace him with the fullness of my love.
I accept the me that is now growing older.
27May08
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