Thought for the Week

This is a portion of a poem by Maya Angelou. I think it speaks to those of us of ‘a certain age.’

When I was in my younger days

I weighed a few pounds less,

I needn’t hold my tummy in to wear a belted dress.

But now that I am older,

I’ve set my body free,

There’s comfort of elastic

Where once my waist would be.

Inventor of those high-heeled shoes

My feet have not forgiven;

I have to wear a nine now,

But used to wear a seven.

I need to wear these glasses

As the print’s been getter smaller,

And it wasn’t very long ago

I know that I was taller.

Though my hair has turned to gray

and my skin no longer fits,

On the inside I’m the same old me,

It’s the outside’s changed a bit.

Next week:

But on a positive note…

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