A Confession of Age

At the risk of causing a bit of depression

I need to make a little confession

Four days before I become six decades,

I now will admit my memory fades,

I’ve gained and lost a lot of my kin,

I worry no one will call me cute again

I am no longer considered a young girl,

and my straight shiny hair is a dried up curl

Nothing seems to be very much fun,

should I just give up and be all done?

Young people say it can’t be that bad

I never listened either. I kinda wish I had!

Ellen Duncan, McKinleyville