FLIRTING WITH SELF-PITY

There was a man
warm and friendly
who has seemed to lose
the caring
he once exhibited toward me.

 

Have you ever had that happen?

 

I have, and more than once.

 

Sometimes I feel myself to be
a casualty of old age.

 

Denied my usefulness
I still think and feel and breathe –
my heart still pumps away.

 

I flirt with self-pity
and then retreat to God
who tells me to “suck it up” –
even tells me to “shut up”
and count my blessings.

 

So I count them
and get on with being old.

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