Now that I’m old, people only see a hag.
To them I’m just an annoying old nobody
when I take too long at the store checkouts.
I have become as irrelevant as a old broken bell,
a worn out, decrepit crone with no history.
But in my youth I had a wonderful full life
when I was beautiful and a theater actress
who performed in America and Europe.
I spoke French, Italian, and Spanish fluently
and climbed to the top of the Alps once.
I married a famous artist who was the love of my life.
We traveled all over the world and met famous people.
We lived in a villa in Italy and a chalet in France.
I read novels in three languages and wrote one myself.
My husband died while climbing the Alps. I almost did too.
But now I’m just an old throw away hag that people ignore,
an ancient wrinkled woman nobody cares about,
just a blank old body without a hint of a rich history,
an old gray-haired ancient relic that hobbles on a cane.
But I don’t give a damn. I lived a full life, and I have my memories.
Bob Boyd