Tuesday, March 3, 2015

One of many to come, old age poem


I woke up and got out of bed

When my bones began to crack

The first words that spewed out my mouth

Were “oh my aching back”

On my way to flip on the coffee switch

I remembered I didn’t live alone

And of course when I forget my clothes

Was when everyone was home

Sometime ago I decided

How much I hate to wear a bra

So of course when I get home at night

I always take it off

But with age of course comes gravity

Pulling at the beauties of our lives

Starting with the boobs and ass

Then moving to our eyes

So here I am no pants no bra

And everybody watching

As my body parts droop to the floor

I forgot all about my coffee

-Kim Edwards
3/3/2015