I'm not old

A poem about the way we see ourselves aging.

My hair is blonde, my eyes are bright.

My energy is high, my skin is tight.

I am so young, I am so free.

I'll never grow old, I'm twenty-three.

My hair's still blonde, I have glasses now.

Not as much energy. I feel like a cow.

I am still real young. I'm still alive.

Don't call me old, I'm forty-five.

My hair went grey. My eyes are fine.

I have grand-kids. I see them some time.

I am still young. Not ready for Heaven.

I'm still not old, I'm sixty-seven.

My hair is white. I can no longer see.

No one comes around, to visit with me.

I am still young. Even if it's just in my mind.

Don't tell me I'm old. I'm Ninety-nine. 

Reviews

[Poopewpachoo]

You did a great job describing the different stages in life in a simple, yet effective manner. When we're young, we think we'll be young forever. Then as we continue to age, we tend to see the end much clearer, yet still deny that we are old. I love it. Good job!

[Jenny Leigh]

Thank you. I wrote this poem at like 1 or 2 in the morning.

[Howard Savage]

I like this poem because it is a motivator. Age is nothing but a number, for as an individual think in their hearts so he or she. Great work.

[Jenny Leigh]

Thank you. It's amazing what my brain cooks up so late at night. :D