Getting Younger

Getting Younger

Does age really matter, when you’re old and grey?
I find it rather fun to choose the age I’ll be today.
Yesterday was wet and dull, but I was four again.
Out I went in rubber boots, walking in the rain.
I splashed through every puddle, it gave some folks a smile
but I was having fun again. I was four just for a while.
Today the sun is shining, I’m going to the shop.
Today I shall be seven, I might buy a lollipop.
I see the neighbours looking. ‘Eccentric’ they all say.
If this is second childhood then look out, I’m on the way.

What use comparing ailments, discussing aching joints.
I think they’re all like children when I hear them scoring points.
Tomorrow is my birthday, I think I shall be eight.
I might get up quite early, or stay in bed quite late.
I may walk on the common and if the wind is right
I might just find I’m ten again and try to fly a kite.
For age is just a number; old age is what we dread
But the only thing important is the age inside my head.
So when folks say they’re old; no longer wish to stay alive,
I smile and say you’re only young – and me? I’m nearly five.

About the author

paxna19
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I'm a retired cartographer. I have written poetry since the age of about 10yrs old. I started to write more prolifically when I started my divorce some years ago. Writing got me through. I have also written a couple of children's books with illustrations as I also paint in watercolours, I paint pets and birds/animals portraits in hot melted wax. I am very excited to hear that I have a book of my poems being published by i2i publishing which I am told, should be ready in January on line from all book shops. It is called On Top Of The Wardrobe.

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