Is elderly more than just a word? Or is it a reality? Or is it just an illusion?
Perhaps when one goes out to get the mail—instead of walking one foot, up, then down—the second foot does the same, one keeps both feet on the ground, shuffling one foot at a time forward
Perhaps it’s pausing enroute to somewhere in the house and stopping suddenly, trying to remember where one meant to go or what one was about to pick up
Perhaps it’s looking in the mirror and wondering who that is looking back
Perhaps it’s someone asking, “What was that about?” and you wonder about what ”that” is
Perhaps it’s finding it so hard to ask for or accept the help you truly need
Perhaps it’s when staying home in the back yard listening to birds sing and clouds roll by is more fun than going out on the town
Perhaps it’s a new feeling of fear about nothing at all or about every thing
Perhaps it’s the very real on-going loss of physical energy
Perhaps it’s wondering, what’s to get up for
Perhaps it’s waiting for bedtime and knowing this day is done. All is well
Perhaps it’s just a word. Or perhaps it is only a state of mind. Maybe, perhaps maybe, it is only an illusion
Could be. Could it
Perhaps it’s just an excuse to be lazy. And there is a cure!
Find an activity
Plant a garden
Get a dog
Read a book
Better still, write a book!
Elderly — you’ll know better the answer when you get there
And I wonder what your answer will be then.