Old Bones Dancing

What will happen when I am an old woman

stripped bare of the trappings daily life brings

When I forget the importance of impressions designed

to enhance the illusions of life we all project



When what is left is my core, raw and exposed

Will I embrace laughter, delighting in fanciful music

only I can hear when my private orchestra plays

Dancing as it echoes my fearless voice



Will cherished memories guide me tenderly,

surrounding me with the softness of velvet or

will those hidden thorns of past regret pierce

that fragile bubble I’ve spent a lifetime creating



Because today allows for decadent reflection

and I know my past creates my future

I defy the self-absorbed tendency to linger

on superficial invitations of a material world



When I am an old woman

I want the freedom to appreciate the beauty

in the simple necessities we all need

Love, laughter, a warm place to lay my weary head



and a wide-open space for my old bones to dance





photo: Pixabay



prompt: MadVerse 628

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