A few days ago, my friend Lori sent out the weekly schedule of poems that would be read on Conrad’s Corner.  She expressed hope that we were all “safe in our homes, gathering words close for comfort and companionship.”  In the middle of the line-up was Robert Frost’s Fire and Ice, a tongue-in-cheek musing on whether fire or ice might more effectively destroy the world.  Considering global warming and glacial meltdown, I also “hold with those who favor fire.”  His words niggled their way into my brain, supplying Satira (my parody-loving muse) with
a framework to build upon.  I allowed her free rein, insisting only that she pick a subject other than COVID-19.  We’ve all had enough of that, haven’t we?  Here’s what she came up with:


Some say life starts at twenty-five,
Some say at fifty
I felt more bodily alive
at the lissom age of twenty-five
But wisdom did not come so swiftly,
nor easiness in my own skin
Being a smart and confident fifty
and at peace within
is pretty nifty

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  1. Carol April 5, 2020 / 12:45 am

    Hi Joan,
    I always enjoy your postings, and miss you from our poetry group. Here is a repeat of a posting I received in a group email. Not sure who author is. But she has your voice and sensibilities. Hope you enjoy it!

    Hi guys
    Just be careful because people are going crazy from being in lock down! Actually I’ve just been talking about this with the microwave and toaster while drinking coffee and all of us agreed that things are getting bad. I didn’t mention anything to the washing machine as she puts a different spin on everything. Certainly not to the fridge as he is acting cold and distant. In the end the iron calmed me down as she said everything will be fine, no situation is too pressing. The hoover was very unsympathetic… told me to just suck it up, but the fan was more optimistic and hoped it would all soon blow over! The toilet looked a bit flushed when I asked its opinion and didn’t say anything but the door knob told me to get a grip.😬 The front door said I was unhinged and so the curtains told me to ……..yes, you guessed it 😝…..pull myself together
    Joanne Young

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    • Just Joan April 5, 2020 / 10:31 am

      Hi Carol! Great to hear from you. I miss all of you guys, too, feasting on words and nibbles at Steve’s. I was supposed to be in Dayton this weekend for the Erma Bombeck humor workshop, but it was cancelled and rescheduled to October. Hopefully things will have normalized by then. I love puns and laughed myself silly over your little story. You know it’s bad when you’re making conversation with the toaster. I wonder if the writer is English, a “hoover” is what they call a vacuum cleaner. I love the toilet looking “flushed.” Better than un-flushed, right? So, thanks for that. I’m going to get a grip and pull myself together now. XXX Stay safe. 🙂


      • Carol April 5, 2020 / 1:27 pm

        Hey Joan,

        Good to stay connected with you, since you socially distanced yourselves from us, by moving.
        Although the needs of family have predominated, your generous spirit has spilled over to all of us.


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  2. Tippy Gnu April 5, 2020 / 10:06 am

    Each age has its advantages, I guess. It would be nice if age could make us smart enough to figure out how to have young bodies.

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    • Just Joan April 5, 2020 / 10:43 am

      You’re right, Tippy. I loved being 25, but I think I love being 50 more. When asked if I’d rather lose my physical abilities or my mind as I age, it’s a toss-up. If your mind stays sharp, you’re aware of every physical loss. On the other hand, what good is a strong body if you’re wandering around outside and don’t know who or where you are? The best brains in history haven’t yet found the Fountain of Youth.

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  3. murisopsis April 5, 2020 / 4:10 pm

    I really liked this little poem. I’m not sure either 25 or 50 is better. I’m hoping that 65 is my perfect year – old enough to get some perks and young enough (and healthy enough) to do some traveling around the world…

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    • Just Joan April 5, 2020 / 6:38 pm

      Are you edging up on 65, Muri? You seem much younger. The poem is more a metaphor for youth and maturity than a statement on particular ages. That said, I’ve found 50 to be quite freeing. I feel able to be unabashedly myself and less worried about what people think. I hope things work out like you hope. 🙂


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