Theme song: When I'm 64
I ran across this poem while I was pursuing the life-changing magic of tidying up. It was like a little love-note to my future self because, now that I'm getting older, what once seemed impossible is becoming intriguing. I have to admit, though, that the imagery kind of shocked me, maybe because, however enlightened I think I am, I am still part of a youth culture that doesn't often associate older adults with raw, unbridled passion.
Come to Me
Sue Saniel Elkind
Come to me looking
as you did 50 years ago
arms outstretched
and I will be waiting
virgin again
in white that changes
to splashes of roses
as we lie together
Come to me smiling again
with your mortar and pestle
and vitamin pills
because I am given to colds
and coughs that wrack us both
Oh come to me again
and I will be there
waiting with withered hands
gnarled fingers
that will leave their marks
of passion on your back.
/ / / / / /
What do you think?
[photo credit: wikipedia]
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