Plan B

Reinventing ME won’t work, I see.

Old nicknames don’t apply.

I’m stuck with all life’s birthday gifts.

I might as well comply.

A change of name won’t take away

Wrinkles, spots, or lapse of mind.

I’ll keep them and all the memories

I might have left behind.

So please accept me back, my friends

With fantasias and causes,

Exploring life that comes to us

With no more distracting pauses.

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Bert B. Oct 27, 2009, 1:47pm EDT

Getting old is a bitch. I have been diligent all my adult life...physical fitness, long distance running, weight workouts, etc.
So what's happening after all that work?
My eyes and ears are deteriorating.
Sigh.
We all accept you, Ruth...er...Stevie.

Dorothy H. Oct 27, 2009, 3:21pm EDT

And in accepting you, we can also accept ourselves.

Bert B. Oct 27, 2009, 3:24pm EDT

Right, Dorothy.

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Dorothy H. Oct 27, 2009, 3:21pm EDT

Very good write!

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Cena W. Oct 27, 2009, 6:32pm EDT

Acceptance opens the door to freedom.

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maria (lurking in the shadows of the night) B. Oct 27, 2009, 6:34pm EDT

An excellent poem Ruth. Getting old is a hazard of life we all have to put up with, shame we can't ignore it.

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Sandy F. Oct 27, 2009, 6:54pm EDT

An excellent concept is: Loving What IS... there's a book by that name. The author's contension is that we waste a lot of energy trying to fight against what is and peace comes when we accept, embrace, even love what is reality.

I have to agree wholeheartedly.

Welcome back Ruth/Stevie. You are of course both the past and the present person.
And I like you both.

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