I yell loudly in my old age. I want them to hear me. I want them to hear that I am outraged because no one looks at me as if I am beautiful anymore! I yell that I am angry because they pass me over when asking for opinions. I yell because I can remember being young and beautiful and smart and sharp and quick. I yell because they think youth will be theirs forever, but it will not! It was mine first, and now look.
Wrinkles will come. And age spots will come and forgetfulness will come and go and come back more and again, more frequently. Weakness will come and pains will come and sadness and loneliness will come. Confusion will come. But I am still here.
So I yell because I know that will all come! And I am still standing bravely, waiting to take it all on! How’s that for guts? I want you to hear me, and see in me – YOU!
The old weed said, “I want you to wake up and appreciate what is here today in this weed patch, among the thorns and broken stems. I yell with anger for the aged to get attention and then I yell with joy that attention will be paid to us!”
The old and the young both have “it”, that magic spark in them. It’s just that when you are old, that magic spark comes along with age spots and wrinkles and more thorns, of course. Such a deal!
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.