By Lillian Allen

Growing Old(er)

Oh, to be bored; a gift in middle age

a craving for time of solitude

to wish away busy, dailiness and details

One hopes for a slackened pace, a breaking of stride

a moment's reprieve, unhindered grace

Time becomes infinate no more, it changes-up on ya

after middle age, gravity creeps in

method and madness become one

life catches up slower even as time rushes by

A woman will step quietly

into the fullness of herself

throws away the clocks, her mascara.

Poems in Passage

Picture of the Growing Old(er) ad poster taken on the TTC subway in June, 2024.