No one one writes prose of this stage of life, so I will,lol... I have found some joy in it and some sorrow as well

loving the age I am, feeling blessed
but one thing could have been left undone
could have passed on my personal summers
they come creeping up on me in a rush
and can have me in winter, coat open
flying down the street like Bat man in a cape
with wings as I hold it open relieving the heat
I miss my makeup for I can't ware it now
for I wipe it off as water pores in my eyes
A peaceful person most of the time
not sure who or where the monster comes from
when I react to a quiet question of, "how do you feel"
then I hear this voice, I know it as mine
as I berate others for the question of no harm
they tell me this is normal and this too will pass
but I now ware a button, saying.. to all up close
"beware Changing life women, so take care "
approach or question at your own risk