Those Horrid Age Spots
Writers' Pantry #94 This is the last Writers' Pantry... but not the last of Poets and Storytellers United! Writers' Pantry (Sunday's promptless) and Weekly Scribblings (Wednesday prompt) will be combined after today into one Friday event (promptless or prompt, poet's choice). My lament on the state of my hands began with my actually wondering when the spots appeared, but the poem is much exaggerated! photo found on Pinterest, no credit given When did the skin on my hands get so thin? When did the “age spots” of advertisements begin? When did they turn to an old lady’s hands? When did the hourglass run short of sands? And they ache in the cold! When did that start? They’re stiff in the morning! I’m falling apart! When did all of me suddenly age? When will my story turn the last page? ©2021 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved