When are you supposed to feel old?
I remember, it was 40 I was told.
40 arrived and then did depart,
And here I am, 11 at heart.
I eye the mirror, and it eyes me,
Together we decide we are happy.
I am content with the reflection,
Of inner youth and perception.
Age brings the wisdom of a child,
With the dignity to be free and wild.
Forever I shall remain this age,
Free to experiment and engage.
So, 11 is my life's work each day,
With years of experiences to relay.
To those of younger years,
Who look in the mirror and form tears.
2007-09-14
03:47:56
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