Prompt: a poem that expresses the desire to be someone or something else, and explains why.
A Lifelong Endeavor
Many mourn the inevitability
that is the aging process.
The ache of bones and muscles
no longer as nimble
or easily repaired
as in the days of youth.
Taught, unblemished skin
to be transformed
cartographically recording
every worry, every laugh.
For me, I dream of the days
when stubborn aversion to
spending time in undesirable pursuits
is unquestioned, even admired.
I possess not the wisdom
nor the battle wounds of antiquity
to have earned such a position
of societal power.
Yet since my earliest adolescence
I have eagerly awaited
that hopeful future state
when I finally get to be
“old.”