I continue to work and produce.
Don’t have time for a rocking chair.
I’m at that liminal stage of aging,
Still up for a challenge or a dare.
My hair is gray, and things
Hurt that I didn’t know that I had.
I don’t move as fast as I use to,
But, overall, things aren’t so bad.
Written for Weekend Writing Prompt from Sammiscribbles. The prompt for today is write a poem or prose using exactly 57 words on Liminal.