{"id":56493,"date":"2019-06-23T05:01:29","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T09:01:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=56493"},"modified":"2019-06-23T05:01:29","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T09:01:29","slug":"i-grow-old-prompt-25","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/i-grow-old-prompt-25\/","title":{"rendered":"I Grow Old&#8230;[Prompt 25]"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>[Citations in Italics: <em>Plays of T. S. Eliot. Boston: Faber, 1969<\/em>]<\/p>\n<p><em>I grow old &#8230; I grow old &#8230;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>It seemed so important<\/p>\n<p>to grow up, to be a lady;<\/p>\n<p>make my own rules.<\/p>\n<p><i>I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>I do not think they will sing to me.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Adulthood would bring the real magic.<\/p>\n<p>It did not.<\/p>\n<p>Yes, there were moments,<\/p>\n<p>the joy of freedom.<\/p>\n<p>Except we do not stay there,<\/p>\n<p>we continue to age.<\/p>\n<p>Body parts lower, or ache,<\/p>\n<p>or decay or get fatter.<\/p>\n<p><em>I grow old &#8230; I grow old &#8230;<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[Citations in Italics: Plays of T. S. Eliot. Boston: Faber, 1969] I grow old &#8230; I grow old &#8230; It seemed so important to grow up, to be a lady; make my own rules. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":745,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,7,441],"tags":[3214,2804,15,3295],"class_list":["post-56493","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-angelatheresaegic","tag-2019poetrymarathon","tag-poem","tag-ts-eliot"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56493","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/745"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=56493"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56493\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":56620,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56493\/revisions\/56620"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=56493"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=56493"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=56493"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}