Poem: Walkers With Tennis Balls By Mark Tulin


Growing older

forces you to accept



beyond your control.

Nursing homes,

microwave meals,

arthritic fingers,

feet soaked in salts,


with tennis balls.

Growing older enables you

to adapt, recognize

the lasting things,


the missing things.

Doctor visits,

rising co-pays,

bunions on both

feet, murmurs

of the heart,

on the john

way too long.

Growing older

humbles you,

prepares you

for your fate, head

and hands that shake.

Choose a date,

time and place,

pay the burial fee,

make peace with the


take a number

and wait.

I am an author, poet, humorist, and short story writer from Palm Springs, California. I write about various topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia to my years as a family therapist and finally to my soul-searching in California. These are poetic narratives that may have humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry and stories resonate with you.

3 comments on “Poem: Walkers With Tennis Balls By Mark Tulin

  1. Apparently sad but deeply full of awareness and wisdom

    • Just one of the many realities. Fighting it doesn’t work very well. Trying to stay young is futile. 🙏🏻

      • Inevitable can’t be fought but certainly it can be acknowledged accepted and lived through😎

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: