The Privilege

The month of August has arrived, and I’m moving along on my quest to post a blog daily. I challenged myself to this intense post schedule. I have used the year 2021 to explore the various forms of poetry. This month I decided to write Proverbial forms of poetry. I will pick a proverb, a short common saying, and use it to create a poem in whatever direction the Muse chooses to lead me. However, you must remember we are talking about Word Daddy here. My Muse isn’t dependability or inspirational.  He often leaves me high and dry when I need his help the most. Apparently, Proverbials have no particular rules. I will try not to sound cliché. My next attempt to write a Proverbial Poem, I will call The Privilege.

The Privilege

“Do not resent growing old; many are denied the privilege.” This quote is an Irish proverb I have a new understanding of every day.

The Privilege

I am old

And I make no apology

Still I move slower these days

But my eyes can still see.

I’m not ready for the home

I can still remember my name

And have a brand new knee.

I can still write a halfway decent poem

And string sentences together all day long

I am not saying I’m as strong

The same as I was in my youth

But I don’t resent growing old

Many are denied the privilege

Death is final, so I’m told

And if you want to know the truth

I say this with a smile

I’m sort of enjoying being considered senile.

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Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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