I try to read at least one poem each day, generally picking at random, and occasionally, that randomness leads me to something that is absolutely perfect. Like this poem written by a poet I'd never heard of but who might have had me in mind when she wrote this. See if it resonates with you, too. Ode to Aging Bodies by Jan Mandell Aging bodies wake to blue veins that pop up and travel like river tributaries over paper thin skin pocked with freckles, tags and blotches that look like unidentified sections of abstract art Aging bodies Rise up to the chatter and creaking sounds of thin, porous bone that feel like cheap metal pipes refitting poorly into their stubborn mates Waking up the aging body is familiar like an attempt to turn over the frozen engine of a used car left out overnight in a below zero day in the dead of Minnesota winter The ache and noise of an aging body is like a constant companion, a highly extroverted friend who simply won’t shut up, yet i...