Aging

Aging

An Easter Poem

Our cat, a twenty-year-old dilute tortie,

And I climb the stair together.

Well, not quite together—

She is a little ahead of me

In spite of being 96 years old

In human terms.

I am not that old and I am slower.

I expect to become slower

On the stairs until I can’t

Climb them any more.

Aging leads to inability

For both of us

But

It also

Eventually

Leads to renewal

And new life.

Dan Verner

April 21, 2019