Poetry

My mind is difficult.

My body rejects me.

I speak in strange riddles.

Staring contests I do not mean to initiate.

Focus on my own problems.

Seeing life differently.

I want to be left alone.

Please.

Tattling.

Teasing.

Conversations going nowhere.

Bonding?

How?

I already know that…

Reminiscing about the good old days.

Watching old commercials.

Laughing at the antics.

Talking to others who remember them to.

One liners still quoted.

It will always be the younger

versus the older.

Times change.

Things change.

Technology progresses.

Society progresses –

One way or the other.

Don’t lament the good old days.

Feast yourself

on the new good days.

Not all are equal.

Some are designed to see your reactions.

Others supposed mental acuity.

Many are useless

but society still demands we answer them.

Unable to regulate.

Emotions too high.

Feelings dominate mind.

Anger lashes out.

Guilt crawls behind.

I have not finished the project.

When I am done

I’ll let you know.

You will get it that day.

Until then don’t ask me

when will it be done.

Relationships change.

They grow

as people grow.

Children need more time to themselves.

Old habits die hard.

New perspectives given.

Embrace the empty nest syndrome.

Fall cleaning

Started early.

Pulled the stove out

In order to clean up the mess.

Coffee filter tipped

As it was supposed to be dripping.

Instead of drinking

A newly made coffee

Half an hour spent

Wiping down the counters,

The stove

And the floors.

Tired.

No sympathy.

Empathy gone.

Overwhelmed.

Energy drained.

Rest time.

Recovery needed.