Old Woman Blues Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Old Woman Blues

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It's too late now to make big purchases
Old things will see out my allotted span
The fraying rope on the wash line's easy mended
What's left of life I'll spend by paring down

I buried my menstrual cycle with no mourning
I buried my wifehood with no qualms at all
Age is a house that must compel downsizing
The final residence, wooden,6 feet small

Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: aging
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajnish Manga 30 December 2014

Change is the rule of nature but in case of an old woman, the change means the beginning of a traumatic phase in life which becomes more and more pronounced by the day. I share your views. Thanks.

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