by Maria Francesca

it's too late for playing around.

too late to join the navy and see the world.
too late to finally try out a bikini
or at least short shorts.
too late to say yes
to the twenty-something man-boy
who seems to be flirting with me.
too late to figure out my life.

no, now I have to be responsible
and not go haring off in the middle of the night for a quick trip to Tijuana
and not take my debit card to the casino
and not tell off my co-workers because I'm having a bad period.

now I have to be careful
and not eat starchy carbs with proteins because it makes my stomach acidy
and not stare at the computer too long because it makes my vision blurry
and not eat half of this cheesecake all at once because....


on the other hand,
the cheesecake doesn't care how fast I eat it
and a potato with my steak will take years to kill me
and I look cute in glasses
and Tijuana's just across the border
and you haven't lived until you put it all on number 9
and let the lady spin the wheel.

and as for the man-boy...
a little wink never hurt anybody

and I ain't dead yet.


Posted on 05/27/2013
Copyright © 2023 Maria Francesca

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/28/13 at 05:57 PM

Wink wink, Maria. Great poem about ageing. Yeah...go for it, you may not be here tomorrow.

Posted by Joe Cramer on 06/01/13 at 12:08 PM

... excellent....

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