A brief reflection of the 'horrors" of aging.
|MY OWN TIMELY DEATH? Tossing and turning at half past three Moaning, I arose needing to pee. Click, click, creak- an echo in the gloom; No cat burglar, I, crossing a room. Heart skips a beat, I muffle a scream, Side of my eye spots a ghostly gleam. Apparition floating, pale of face, Features blurred, and hovering in space. I quicken my step, twinges anew, Bladder and knees complaining times two. Why does this trek seem so long and dark? Surely by now I'd be in the park. Straining to hear a comforting sound A wheezing and whistling follows me 'round. With quivering muscles tensed real tight The room of relief beckons in sight. Too stiff for grace, I drop to my perch, Dignity denied, lost in the lurch. A shuddery sigh escapes my clenched lips, Despite the haste, only dribbles and drips. Concentrate, breathe, relax, and mellow. Silly goose, jittery like Jell-o. To think I left my warm bed for this, A nerve-wracking jaunt just for a piss. I chastise myself with a chuckle, But at the mirror stand white-knuckled. In the harsh glare of a too-bright light Is a freakish sight, a spook, a fright. A haunting reflection stares at me; An older woman, how could this be? Frizzled grey hair, spiked, thinning, askew, A witch's diabolical 'do. A wrinkled visage so ghostly pale Was I my own silent, shadowy tail? The racing pulse and short gasping breath Could have 'bespooked' my own timely death. ( 36 lines)|