I Age Arthritis and aging make it hard,I walk gingerly, with a cane, and walkslow, bent forward, fear threats,falls, fear denouement-I turn pages, my family albumsbecome a task.But I can still bake and shake,sugar cookies, sweet potato,lemon meringue pies.Alone, most … Continue reading Poetry Drawer: I Age: Crypt in the Sky: Priscilla, Let’s Dance: Willow Tree Poem by Michael Lee Johnson