When Did This Happen?

The old man I became when no one was looking
Walks with a cane, winces when climbing stairs.
My guess is I won't ride my bike anymore. Hikes
In the mountains are apt to be short...and flat.
The person I still think I am, lithe and able, is no
More. This antique I haven't accepted has slipped
In and taken his place.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-02-11 at 13:31

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My neighbour once said to me "old age creeps up on you" I understand perfectly now, but I'll still strive to grow old disgracefully and unaccepted.

I guess things happen without us noticing. I like the poem. :)