Finity

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I used to wear high heels to work most days –
they made my legs look best, and I could stride
impressively on streets and walks. I’d gaze
at my reflected posture full of pride.
But that was then; my days of heels are done.
I used the privilege well, I’m glad to say.
The same with sex, for I got years of fun
and if it comes no more, well, that’s okay.

And while I’m in this age-is-wisdom mood,
I’m contemplating what digestion means.
Now re-regarding preferences in food,
I’ll add to losing sugar: starch and beans.
Experience ensures it won’t be tough,
as long as I’m convinced I’ve had enough.

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