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


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).

