Waiting To Be Old Poem by Nancy Terrell

Waiting To Be Old



waiting to be old
waiting for life’s reverence
now the nearing
of the end
seventy-one
veneration or contempt?

waiting to be old
wanting to
identify the end
the middle unremembered
unknown beginning
the last page
of a novel

I should have
known
all of
my life
I have waited
to be old.

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