I've pretended for far to long now
But when my grey white hair falls like snow upon my shoulders
And even in summer I feel the ache in my joints
I have to finally accept that I'm old
Yes, I've seen the bad sad times
And lived the good
In equal measure
Lived the high life with money to spend
Experienced visiting food banks
To keep my family fed
But now in the twilight of my years
I'm neither rich nor poor in monetary wealth
Just about comfortable
But in my words and yours
I have far more than financial worth
I have friends in words
Burned forever into ether of space
Words of love, sometimes words of scorn
But still words
And in my scrambled mind words are beautiful
Continue to write dear friends
This is the absolute truth
Addendum
Some of us put ourselves through things that would destroy a human body by the time we reach forty, the problem is that in our minds we are still 25/30 and can still do the things we did then. A week ago I was wrestling 150 pound paving slabs, something I would have found easy 20 years ago but now at 70 age has taken over