I am not a fan
Of this growing old
The chaos in my cells
Little girl inside
Old woman outside
The aches and pains
Of an uncooperative body
While my mind still runs through meadows
Memories of 60 years like yesterday
To a time where aging was as futuristic as star travel
“I can’t wait to grow up…”
I am running out of time
“When I am an adult I will…”
There is so much left I want to do
When will I be an adult?
Whispers, “When I am ashes”

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #275: Chaos