When young I disdained
old skin like mine,
scaly like the belly of a fish
a translucent shine.
I thought there was something
wrong with old people,
those defective creatures,
they could have done better.
Also the flab, how could they be
so undisciplined? They just need
more effort, motivation.
So young was I, the expert.
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“they could have done better”. – oh I love, love, love this. And yes, the hubris of our younger selves humbled by age
I laughed out loud. We haven’t even met and you described me to a T.
This “defective creature” really enjoyed the poem!
Thank you all for your positive words! Keeps me going
I love the scaly line–so true, painfully so!!
Funny how our perspective changes!! Such a fun poem!