Old

You’re only as old as you feel, the adage states,

an appealing fantasy, but clearly untrue,

as shown by wrinkled skin and added weight,

the piper’s bills for what you used to do.

Even if your step still springs, it hurts,

though you can’t recall what made it so.

Motivation comes only in spurts;

metabolism has begun to slow.

The actors that you watched as teens on screen

have been divorced three times and have grandkids;

it’s not something you thought you’d ever see.

Basically your youth has hit the skids.

It could be worse, of course; you’re not dead yet–

but you’d better hurry with goals unmet.

 

Copyright 2018

T. Allen Culpepper

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If Only It Were That Simple

So in this magazine interview, rapper Angel Haze

claims sexual orientation’s like having a favorite color.

(Don’t feel blue; it’s not easy being green.)

And goes on to say, “I should be able to do

whatever and whoever I want at any given time.”

 

Now I rather like the favorite-color analogy

(though maybe it works best with a complex color like purple),

and I’m all about following your instincts where they lead you,

and parties not involved minding their own business,

but she’s twenty-two and her words reveal

 

equal parts fierceness and naiveté:

At more than twice her age, I’ve finally learned the lesson

that when you’re in the mood, whatever costs too much

and the whoever that you fancy at the moment,

not knowing or not caring, is out with someone else.

 

Copyright 2014

T. Allen Culpepper