Passing Go by Judith
Pordon
We are no longer invisible.
Winds from without are drafts,
and within are gases no longer quiet.
We are booming towards infirmity
with endless varieties of discomfort.
Ankles puffing, jaws slacking,
patience thinning, hormones fading,
carpal hands, knees resisting stairs.
Doctors twirl scalpels,
ready for our aging, breaking bodies.
We want our faces stretched,
our spectacles lineless,
our self image blurred
so that we die
without getting old.
Level: Lower Sec
Themes: Age, Self-image
Stylistic Features: Allusion, Cumulative Listing
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