I need more time
I’m afraid to sleep
wake up to find
another 25 years gone by
to see I’ve grown:
bitter, tired, weak

closer now to 70 than 30
I don’t want a wake-up call
signal of things breaking
I wanna wake up
before I hear the alarm shriek
©️poem and photo of clock/horloge at Grande Crêperie in San Francisco by Darlene (BonjourDarlene.com)

Bonjour ! I’ll continue to write about my favorite French-inspired things, as well as books, chocolate, music, movies, and postcards, but to change things up a bit, I will also share a 50-word poem each day in the month of January!

These micro-poems are based on personal observations, pesky intrusive thoughts, and general anxiety about getting older.

Thanks for reading!

This poem is from my poem-a-day series (January 2024).