The very idea
of being old
is comforting
time for renouncing-
nothing weighty
anymore to hold-
past stories
have been told
now is reminiscing
never mind
mistakes I made
every cause
I still have to celebrate
no stream is pure
some debris there is
in the water's flow
who dares say
old age is toothless?
That's awful *******!
jeans I don't wear
no Elvis's haircut
do I choose or prefer
didn't you see me
dancing on the stage?
Didn't you hear me
singing a serenade
to a pretty maid?
Youth might frown on
and make fun
of my baldness
but it's my pride
and I don't complain
of my slow gait
my brain is agile
and my thinking
is gloriously bright!
No mirror
do I look into
unlike youth's error
a little child
walks by and asks:
Sir, how old are you?
This- my immediate answer:
I was young like you -before!