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Nancy Harris Mclelland

Poetry, Prose, Opinions about Aging from an Ex-cowgirl Octogenarian.

To Dree One’s Weird



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Translation - to endure one’s fate











Whenever I considered my spent life

I did not foresee my being so petty.

My oldest friend dislikes my bathroom tile.

My newest friend chides my boho style.


I thought I would be a kindly woman,

not someone who is nice once in a while.

I assumed I would be warm, convivial,

not resentful of slights so trivial.


It appears I am fated to be  dree,

if that means “tedious” or “dreary.”

I am feeling teary and rather twee,

thinking of that Me I thought I would be.


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