On the plane coming back from a business trip, I sat next to a woman about my own age. (Forty-ish, at the time).  I weaseled my way out of it, but I still remember how I felt.

Passing

“A grandmother, I’ll never get used to it.”

 

“You will”, I answer,
jealous of her dilemma
“Are you?”, she asks.

 

So what do I do now?
This’ll teach me to pass on second hand advice
like I knew what I was talking about
instead of just admitting my envy.

 

How much of our lives are like this?
Smoke and mirrors that hide the truth of us
because we want to say the right thing
instead of what’s in our hearts.