Number 11s

Railroaded time in tracks
‘twixt my eyes – the trip to 59.

Daily squints, become grooves with
ties to hindsight – sometimes –

but no regrets not even when
the twin in the mirror thickens

and I flinch at the nicks of time
and the span that lies

between the 11s, the age
I don’t feel inside.

 

 

 

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Number 11s

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13 thoughts on “Number 11s

  1. Nice Sue. My granddaughter just yesterday told her grandmother “you have cracks around your eyes” out of the mouths of babes.

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  2. I’ve been thinking so much (too much) about aging. I “got” the “11’s” right off and I totally get that aging doesn’t mean feeling or even quite believing in older. Also, very nice pic. Thanks!

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    • I can’t wait. Maybe math will finally make sense to me. By the way, BG, (makes you sound like a Wall Street ad executive, eh?), thanks for continuing to visit and read even though you’re now a blogging recluse. I appreciate you showing up on my humble site.

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  4. Oh, how I wish I were literate enough to understand this. But I *love* the photo. There’s no doubt you’re a class act. Keep smilin’, kiddo, you do wonders for the concept.

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    • Aww. Thank you kindly, Josh. The #11’s refer to the two lines between my eyes that made me think of railroad tracks and the journey of life and how I got here. Really, there’s nothin’ fancy here. Just me looking in the mirror and realizing I look my age when inside I feel like I’m at least 20 years younger.

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