Per Diem Archive: D. Gershator June 2014, Growing Older
Do we rage like Dylan Thomas or go laughingly into the final stretch of our universal journey: sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything? There’s plenty of room in a short poem on aging for humor, pathos, joy, pain, shock, awe, and a great deal of wry reflection. From the first day of school to the last estate sale (baby teeth a bargain!), here are thirty haiku moments.