Beyond the Womb
by
Lyle Berry
(Age: 61)
copyright 04-14-2002
Age Rating: 18 to 127
As I grow old, I turn more superstitious;
I used to laugh at such capricious things.
But now, it seems the God’s are more malicious
And I find myself unsure of pending Springs.
I also find that confidence is waning.
When I was young, I was invincible.
Another thing, it seems my strength is draining,
Although temptations are resistible.
I wake up aching every sorry morning;
Until I’ve showered, I am not alive.
These sudden fits of tears appear - no warning
And money worries render me with hives.
If I had known ‘bout life beyond the womb,
I'd have chosen to stay right there, entombed.
Author's Note:
This sonnet is intended to (somewhat tongue-in-cheek) express how my attitude has changed as I turn the corner into my mid-fifties (arrrgh!). When we are young, we tend to laugh at superstitious old folks, and we seldom worry about our mortality. For a long while, I was immortal. Then, Mother Nature kicked in.
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I used to laugh at my aunt, she thought the world
was going to h**l in a hand basket, now I 'know'
for sure it is.
I used to laugh and now I weep,
as the world sinks into the deep.
Well done on this one, Lyle.
A top-quality sonnet, Lyle...
I'm happy that I'm not aching yet, but most everything else fits, LOL!
(And if it wasn't for the internet, I would be entombed!)
Love your deft humor!
Lary
Being fifty myself, I identify with the mental and emotional struggles you capture in your poem. To be "there" is far different than to simply know about aging while still young. Well done.
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