Pomelos, a Poem

On the aging process, translated…

The Pomelos of Childhood

Is Like Snot Spread Sideways

Shot Out Like the Arrows from a Bow

from the younger years, to the late adulthood years, NOT my photograph…

Telling Mom

I’m Not Cold!

The Pomelos of Midlife Belonging to the Sweats

Raising the Left Hand,

Then the Right, Like When We Up with Someone

Telling Our Wives, We’re Not Hot

The Pomelos of Old Age Belonging to the Tears

Using the Bent Elbows to Cover Up the Faces

and this, is what old age “looks” like…not my photo here…

Sniffling Up the Tears

Telling Our Offspring,

We’re Fine!

So, this, takes you through the ENTIRE lifespan, don’t it??? An, the pomelo here, is a metaphor for the passages of life, the different stages of one’s life, what a person gains and loses as s/he finishes with one stage, and, there’s no way, that this will, turn into, a TWO-WAY street here!!!