Dirty Laundry

She drinks old coffee,

And tends to forget about the dishes often.

She likes to wait on the laundry,

And always treads with caution.

Her old jeans still fit with a squeeze,

And her mind carries minor signs of disease.

She turned twenty two in a flash,

To see she’s composed of the past.

Another day arrives,

As does the sun outside her small window.

She always wanted to grow up as a child,

And now she sits pondering just how she got here.

She focuses on what she wants,

Instead of what may matter most.

And forgot what it's like to be young,

on the journey of an aging tongue.