Poetry

August Newsletter Poetry Corner: Ode to Being Old

Ode to being Old by Vea Anna Hooker

I used to be young, but now am old.

This usually happens, or so I’ve been told.

Where now I am cautious, I used to be bold.

What I used to set free, now close I hold.

I used to let it ride, now I choose to fold.

Since passing through menopause, I am never cold.

For my opinion, I am often polled.

If I were a ship, I’d be the kind rowed.

When I was made, they broke the mold,

And now I’m an antique, just fit to be sold.

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