Poetry Friday

I'm a little late for Friday but here's a bit of poetry. 

Litany of Aging

It only gets easier from here.

Somehow the worries of youth,

popularity, clothes, boys,

slipped out the back of my head,

Like my algebra instruction. 

Leaving space for the new worries.

Bills unpaid, job stress,

and unanswered questions. 

And even these, 

Which seem so catastrophic

now,

will one day escape, 

flee my mind.

Like your name.