poetry

I notice…

I notice the ridges in my fingernails
‘A ha!’ I think, yet another sign of age
I am, by turns, horrified and fascinated
By these ever more numerous energetic strands of hair that surprised my little brother.
‘Oh! Silvery!’ he said, while sporting some of his own in his beard.
Now that my steps are limited to daily dozens – I am, of course, grateful for them and parsimonious with them – still…
I wonder how many more I might yet make?