As I pluck the stray hairs from my face I try to ponder with some grace This crazy thing called Aging As I take my locks from gold to dark With silver strands just for the lark I smile for I have Lived As I view the lines on this visage Every day is vernissage And mostly I care Not As I judge this culture youth obsessed No more cooth do I possess Than (T)rump-a-dump himself In this world where absurd is King I wag and wonder at this thing The phenomena of Stupid We teach children to regurgitate Are raising mindless reprobates In bubble-wrapped Entitlement I yell at them to read a book Get your brain back off that fuckin hook You call a life on-line And as I sit with 56.5 I rejoice the years I am alive Live(d) and Love(d) with frenzied fire’n Passion A youthful spirit in its tweens The wise chick in me hears’n gleans That this body doth Protest In recent words to my well-(b)read child I spoke of this my big wild ride And uttered this fair Warning: If tomorrow I should die Know that my life was not all pie, But holy fuck me what a Ride! Lose no tear for my time lost here I sped through akin to Buzz Lightyear Had no time to sweat the small Stuff No such burden as regret For NO dull moment did beget A single breath I Took And so I enter this next phase In a blur of crazy-dayz And electrifying Verve I ought to warn you faint-of-hearts My new grand plan will have no chart To map out how this goes So if you love me in all my glory You will know that this next folly Will be of proportions Epic! BOOM. FALLOUT. AFTERSHOCK. SPLASH. SMILE’n WAVE, like the Queen I am. Quack-a-fucking-doodle-dizzy and with a brand new energy, for an old(er) chick! ~Marcela. October 21, 2017 Photos and Poetry: All Rights Reserved.