Newly Born

I don’t like being past age fifty. Look at how outdated society is trying to pidgeonhole me?

“Yesterday” I was still deemed “viable:” someone to be counted on – reliable.

As long as I was in my fourties, I could still look for someone compatible with youth running in their veins and like will to tame the untameable.

Now, even in the dating apps I am relegated to finding men older than me, barred from finding the mirror image of my soul’s thrumming vitality!