My Peculiar Addiction - Jan. 27, 2023

I’ve got to write a poem

about white hair and

wrinkles wearing glasses

pushing walkers

pulling saggy backs

coming upon one of them

is like approaching an old

sunset I need to touch

and say something juicy

if not flattering

about their most

well-maintained part

anything to get the rise

of a smile or sassy retort

and spank of my arm with

a bent-fingered backhand

why?

I don’t know

perhaps just to

shine a little light

into their age of darkening