I’M NOT OLD

Once I was young, I never had much time to worry,

I ran and played, didn’t think about being tired at the end of each day.

I had a childhood of scrapes and cuts, but nothing so permanent,

I never took much aspirin or anything to relieve my pain.

My body was fresh and new,  not decaying as time would prove,

My hair was full and blonde; today it’s mostly gone,  no more growing.

A young man was I with thoughts and dreams,   older at night, I think,

Through years of trauma, surgery, and pain,  I remain who I am.

I’m not old, I’m just a different age; my mind remains the same,

Years go by, and we all change in many ways. I want to say that I’m not old.

Keith Garrett