Age Is a Number

I believe it was Jack Benny who said “Age is strictly a case of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.” - Jack Benny at age sixty.

Well, the closer I get to 60 I realize that I mind my matter more and more as my metabolism slows and my matter changes and grows.

You see the closer I get to 60 my body parts keep trying to give me drama. They keep trying to mess up my hot mama. Like a hitchhiker my face keeps asking for a lift because my cheek bones and chin have begun to drift. It's now getting hard to disguise that my chin is trying to give me double as if I asked for that type of trouble.

As 60 tick-tocks, closer on my time table, my muscles collectively have begun to scream “we ain't able.” And know this, I find it hard to accept that my headlights have begun to try to do their own lap dance. You see, they are even trying to forget how to perk up in their stance. My legs have begun to become artistically brush stroked with spider veins and my buttocks have begun to chant "gravity reigns."

I never thought I would find myself in this season. I even asked time to stop teasing. I pleaded with reason and rhyme and neither one seemed to pause time. For time keeps marching all over my body from head to toe. And I can now hear my mama say, “I told you so.”

Excuse me, but now on the down low I could never be creeping for my body would announce itself by creaking and squeaking.

But in everything I give thanks. I now see for myself a reason for spanx.

I salute all of you who have convinced time to delay its effect. But today, I am still fighting time for respect. And let me be frank, the war is on and you can take that to the bank.

Copyright © Nita L. Chase May 4, 2017