with a swipe of my hand, I wiped away the steam
wrinkled, weathered, droopy, and parched
proof that time had been unkind, mean, and harsh
you were supposed to change the world
you were going to make a difference
I never said I gave up on you and those dreams

©️poem 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).