By Patricia Allwood Hindman
Going gray, the ticking of the biological clock grows insistent
Not for birthing babies, but embryo dreams.
So many
now birthed full term
Solid, tangible;
Others a bit ethereal
Yet resolute and accomplished.
Some seem to require an additional chromosome
Not yet gestated.
Going gray is realizing one can’t eat the whole world
though the appetite is insatiable
and the sampling of past canapés many and varied,
Each treat a different flavor
Often gulped with a blessing.
Silver is more valuable
than mousy brown;
So much wealth of wisdom to pull down,
A treasure trove of experience
yet wise enough not to share.
Going gray is going…going ….going somewhere
