We age, first in slow-motion, will we ever ride a bike, drive a car, kiss a guy, marry well, bear children?
Then in a blur of wrinkles and gray hair,
Burgeoning numbers of bad cholesterol
Measured in blood tests,
Weighed against stress tests, when we thought our testing days were done. The numbers now matter
More than did our percentages on history tests and English exams. We only thought those were matters of life and death.
Praying for Eyebrowz 