When You’re Facing 60

In response to Shweta’s fickle prompt.

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I think my brain is pickled

My right knee’s very fickle

We’re Port Aransas bound soon

Car ride’s gonna kill me

Vacation isn’t really the same

Once you’re facing sixty

A little tongue in cheek on aging, stress, and how things change as we age.

Still, I am excited to get out of here for a break, even though my husband and son need it more. Maybe some sand, sea, and fishing will make me forget. ;)

Thanks as always to Kathy, Harper, and the whole Chalkboard team. Sorry my submission is late.