I am young at heart but my body
gives me away, where once was youth now
departed, and old age like a vine has crept
up and consumed all my parts and me.
  
You may stroll past as I walk
so slow, but im taking the world
in with each step, loving the sites
the sounds, in my youth I just didnt
see as I thought time was my
friend and would always last an eternity.
  
My skin wrinkled but like the rings
of tree you may count to see the age I be,
I have seen history that you learn in books,
to you it is but paper, to me it was life I was there
I saw what you couldnt, wouldnt some times
want to see.
  
I am old but I am not usless, I am
knowledge, have skills, I have stories to
tell if you wish to listen to me.
  
I miss those that have left never
again to see, but I am at peace that
my life has been up and downs.
But I am happy with what I have done and
seen, it has gave me many years many things
still to be seen.