Getting old is not for sissies,

as some folks are discovering, according to some blog posts I have read recently.  Most of these folks are younger than I – much younger.

I’ve been tracking the changes of getting old(er) for a while now, one of them being that the days of “I can eat anything – I’ve got a cast iron stomach.” are long past.  I went so far as to write about it –

Getting old is not for sissies,
So they say,
and they,
are right.

Unlike J. Alfred, peaches
are not a problem
but peppers

Green and hot,
onions raw,
salami, cheese,
all of these

Bring me to my
knees, and more,
find my husband

At the store.
Pepto, Maalox,
liquid chalk –

All are bought,
and chewed and drunk.
Gagging, gasping
oh the pain!

As I moan,
Never again.

Amazing how a good
nights sleep
has me now on
steady feet.

What’s for lunch?

© Grace St. Clair
(March 2010)