It wasn’t just that it took me
two hours to get out
of the house today—
clean up from breakfast,
finish the paper, start
a load of wash, upload
some photos, order prints.
It was that I had to drive off
and get all the way to the stores
in Pittsford before realizing I had
forgotten to bring my driver’s license,
my credit cards, my Bed Bath coupons
and Marshalls gift card I had planned to
use. That’s the downside of getting older.
The upside is I bartered a book of my
poems for a 20% off coupon from a
fellow shopper. And when I asked if I
could write a check, clerks in both stores
said yes—and never even asked for I.D.
An honest face comes with age, I guess.