POEM
By Erlie Lopez
This morn,
the mirror delights
at the gray-streaked hair
now stroked chestnut brown.
And the floors resound
to not-so nimble feet
chasing the beat
of a dance song.
In no time,
breakfast is a feast
of fruits, spinach omelette
and coffee brewed and warm.
While the pillbox looms
with vitamins and meds
for a whole day
as now the norm.
Then soon,
will come the aches
in spine, hips, and knees
that balm and rest can tone.
As the world just keeps on,
without a second missed,
its turns and flips
en pointe.
What’s to disdain
about growing old
when it means living long
a stretch of years …
more grace to count,
more love to feel,
more stories to tell,
and new memories to mount.
Let us age young,
honor God’s plan.
About the Poet:
Erlie Lopez is a Filipina retired from the frenetic world of Public Relations and Advertising in Metro Manila. She was, in the last 18 years, head of a PR agency she co-founded. In her independent and sedate world now, she mostly reads, writes, stays socially connected, soaks in Nature, and develops new interests and skills adapting to the pandemic mode of life. She has also returned to a first love – poetry – which keeps her heart open to the grace and rhythm of the universe.
