Age is made a monster by many

A pondering on age

Poem

I’m at the age where I kind of understand golf

but I’m young enough to still hate it.

When I hear the word party now

I assume nobody is dancing

other than the laughter

and the eagerness to leave.

My bedtime took up skydiving.

I’ve started looking at midnight

the way one might see a ghost.

My knees creak like a haunted house.

All of my dreams have mildew.

Peopl…