my hands are getting old

my hands are getting old

A Poem by Mary Bosworth

my hands are getting old
every vein now proudly stands to attention
as if I were a junkie
filling them
with living

they appear a little rough
like i never listened long enough
to the etiquette teacher
when she warned us
about ungloved hands and the
 harmful disaster associated with
too much sunlight
on pale, ivory skin...


My skin
has grown silent
mature
calloused
and scarred

call me vain
but I still think
it's pretty.

© 2014 Mary Bosworth


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God, what a beautiful; creative poem
I love how you used the words to express it

Posted 10 Years Ago


Oh Mary! This is utterly fabulous..my favourite of yours by far

Posted 10 Years Ago


etiquette teacher? wow. you really are old! manners are so out-dated. sorry. i'm, no doubt older, so i jest.
i've been reading and enjoying your poetry for a few days now. coming back for more bits. i love your style. not cluttered. spare, but eloquent. lots of things to relate to.

Posted 10 Years Ago


I loved how you start off criticizing a part of you to end with a word of acceptance. Great writing

Posted 10 Years Ago


very impressive work here...excellent piece...good, strong writing!

Posted 10 Years Ago


I love this, sweet matter of fact acceptance of who you are and where you've been, I hope I'm as gracious about junkie hands, great line by the way.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Very Graceful for the aging a sentence for the grazing Bring us all back its amazing This is perfect stuff to stuff the pages of time with an elderly rhyme a lovely chime all in a matter of time. You done well with this poem that tell the tale of the elderly and their fate of growing old with being bold I not far for totally with with wrinkles I will be a young 57 in about two weeks seeking the fountain of Youth.

Posted 10 Years Ago


The irony about having old hands at the very end of this creative poem proves that despite our afflictions in life, there's always a silver lining in every gray cloud. Great work Mary. A candidly clever write & read. :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Great write Mary, I wouldn't call you vain. But I would call you pretty. Heck, I'd call you gorgeous!
It's wonderful when we get past all the image consciousness, and just accept who we care and carry ourselves with style.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Very unique style! I enjoyed it a lot. I think it's a poem every mother needs to read

Posted 10 Years Ago



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