An Aging Woman

This poem materialized in response to W. B. Yeats describing an aging man – startled me coming forth – had fun creating the collage (grinning from the label of my preferred wine). Perhaps the combination of aging perspectives will trigger your own self-portrait?

It’s Never Too LateBy W. B. Yeats

An aged man is but a paltry thing,

a tattered coat upon a stick, unless

Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing

For every tatter in its mortal dress.

29 thoughts on “An Aging Woman

    1. Thanks much, Ron – I suppose palinode fits … though I’m not exactly retracting what Yeats said … more genderizing it … smiling at self and at Yeats


  1. “Accepts / that she does not, cannot know / duration remaining”

    I try to remind myself of this whenever I think about what was and is now out of reach — that there is more to be realized, to be taken as it comes.

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  2. Thanks, Ken. Human nature to deny undesirable inevitables – most of us let go of life incrementally – I prefer this to being taken instantly by some big bang (reserving the right to change my mind should a big bang show me otherwise)


    1. Thank you, Tom. For me wine is optional, but enjoyable in the evenings when unwinding. Red wine actually has nutritional value, and I’ve found a sulfite-free brand. (I’m pretty strict about what goes into my body!)


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