a middle-aged woman laments
but not too much :)


Transit

I am in transition
There I was...now
Here I am-
I still like my middle bit
To show me what I am.

I am still that young new girl
Who whirled and curled herself
It's just now a little harder
To dance all to myself.
Old men seem to want
To take me somehow farther
They it seems vacate the road
That seams without true ardour.

So straight my road appears
Who will ever pass me?
If you want to share my pill
You're going to have to ask me.

Journeys always cost something
Until we free our minds...
Like motorways and cars
We weave journeys just
Behind.

Trancendental transit
Has always been my thing
Behind some steering wheels
Are tourists who can sing.










Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-06-20 at 01:26

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NicholasG
Middle age is bogus compartmentalization and I, for one
am an anticompartmentalizationist. I will be young till long after I am plagued with incontinence.
X Nick
2009-06-22


Kathy Lockhart
I love the play with words and I also identify with your message. Why can't we be in the middle and slip back and forth as we see fit? Or, as we are fit. : ) kathy
2009-06-20


Rob Graber
Hey, what's demonstrably better than middle age? Like this one a lot, especially the first stanza!
2009-06-20