DEPRESSION
An awful, evil, debilitating disease.
AGING
An uncontrollable human experience.
There is no fountain
of youth.
There is no magic pill.
There is no turning back the clock.
APRIL
The month of my birth during some year in the 70s.
The month in which I will have to add another year to the speedometer.
The month where Texas experiences wicked storms and
tornadoes.
If I never see rain again it will be too soon.
BIRTHDAYS
Used to look forward to them.
Now I dread them.
Since my mid-twenties, I’ve never been a big birthday
person.
It’s just a reminder I am closer to 40.
A reminder that while everyone else moves on, I go to bed
each night alone.
A reminder I am another year older and wonder do I have
enough money for retirement?
Dear Pinot Grigio,
It’s American Bridget
calling. Send a case to my doorstep. Lent is nearing the end, and I can once again
consume you. And while April is a month
I can’t get excited about, I need you with me.
Come quickly.
Love,
AB
AB
To be this age again...
