Scrawny Chicken Poem by Glen Kappy
Scrawny Chicken
The image in the mirror
leaves me somewhat stricken—
for what I see reflected there
looks like a mostly-plucked and scrawny chicken.
Horrors! But rest assured - skinny chickens often live longer than fat ones. And of course, you know Paul's words we do not give up, but even if the man we are outside is wasting away, certainly the man we are inside is being renewed from day to day..
yes, horrors (this word made me smile, laurie) of a minor sort. the outer is wasting away though i try to take care of it. as a sixteen year old and eating differently i used to be forty pounds heavier. as always, thank you reading and responding in interesting ways. -g p.s. i later thought of and substituted the word scrawny (which to me heightens the humor) .
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4/19/2024 8:13:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very good; leaves me smiling, and yet..........also, knowing/understanding. Precisely what a good poem does. Like you said to me, Gettin' old ain't fer sissies! :)
no it ain't. this bit of light verse reports what i noticed (but hadn't before) in that harsh bathroom light. like my mother, my problem as i've gotten older is keeping on weight. i guy i worked with used to put it, you're all bone and gristle. may we age like fine wine. -glen