"A Few Words on Aging," A Poetry Post

Are you kidding?
I don't want to go
back to the
good ole days!

Back to
asking myself a
bunch of questions I
knew the answer to but
had to deny in
order to be my
dumb self?

Back to
wondering if I was
good enough to be
somebody's half in-
stead of one whole?

Back to
standing in mirrors
measuring my
proportions to see if I
am
36-25-36?

I find that I ain't never gone have a
problem being
27-27-37,
and
going back to being
18
ain't gone make me
no wiser,
no brighter,
no happier,
no healthier,
no more peaceful and
no more enlightened.

God, no.
Bring on the 30s.

If time removes the dumbness,
bring on the time.

-T. D. James-Moss