I’m almost 80, can that be?
Where is that younger one of me?
That girl I was with skin so smooth
And not a wrinkle to remove
That girl who partied till the dawn
Replaced by me who hides a yawn
That girl I knew so very well
Who ran full tilt and never fell
That gal whose hair was natural then
And one whose knees could always bend
And how she loved to dine at nine
But now, at four, it’s senior time
That girl whose body parts and bones
Could move about without those groans
And yes, when chocolate passed her lips
It didn’t land on waist and hips
It seemed so very long ago
When life was fast, and not so slow
That age when I could give a damn
And store clerks didn’t call me m’am
And life was just one big affair
My youth was longing to be there
But now, I’m older.. some say wise
I’ll leave that fun for younger guys
I’ve found a niche, a slower pace
Still running in the human race
I would be younger if I could
But being older has some good
I rise without alarm wake up
And enjoy my coffee cup by cup
No need to hurry up and run
To jobs or duties never done
Card games can be played all day
And friends are always up for play
The bones they ache and hurt a lot
But, I’m thankful for the ones I’ve got
I guess that younger one of me
She just matured…and now is free
The person that I’ve always been
Will always be my closest kin
So, I’ll kick my heels and tip a beer
I may be old, but I’m still here
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