I'M NOT GOING
I'M NOT GOING
From Chicken Soup for the Soul in Menopause
The door of change is open,
But I choose not to go.
It’s just too soon to think about.
I’m not that old, you know.
I’ll not march forth toward menopause,
That malicious badge of aging.
I won’t step ‘cross that threshold
Into hormones that are raging.
I can’t give in, I must resist,
Must turn my back and flee.
I must find another route and
Avoid maturity.
I’ll dye my hair a rich dark hue.
I’ll paint my nails bright pink.
I’ll wear the latest fashion trends,
And pierce my nose, I think.
I’ll eat more fruits and vegetables
And diet to size ten.
My innards will not have a clue
That changes should begin.
The door of change will surely close
If I appear quite young.
If in doubt I’ll get tattooed
And wear diamonds in my tongue.
No, I shall not go right now
Through the door beyond my youth.
I’ll stay right here another year
And deny genetic truth.
Why is it so hot in here?
Rachel S. Neal
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