AGING LOVE

Aging Love 

With age I turn 

into a canvas 

and the paints 

of my life 

grow out of me 

A mole 

for every 

back-handed compliment 

A skin tag 

for every 

pushy advance 

A brown spot 

for every 

grope 

A red spot 

for every 

beating 

A wrinkle 

for every 

one who’s laid 

the actions 

of others 

on my responsibility 

And 

how many pounds 

to soften the poundings 

for being 

on the unwanted side 

of the hill 

October 5, 2018

OctPoWriMo2018 Day 5