It was just something my partner said but it took a whole different meaning the more I thought of it.
The mind says I'm still sixteen
In times gone past I'd be middle aged
In the present I'm in-between
I shake my head at the youth of today
But it was only yesterday, that was me
The "Grumblies" were those aged old men
The ones I've never wanted to be
And seventy years doesn't seem too far
Einstein's theory is not stuff of dreams
Here am I just half way there
And ageing a year per week it seems
But age is just a number its said
The who you are is the who you must be
Acting your age is no fun at all
but forever young will do it for me!
Poetry by Liam
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Written on 2024-11-02 at 09:36
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Stop the clock...
The body tells me I'm thirty fiveThe mind says I'm still sixteen
In times gone past I'd be middle aged
In the present I'm in-between
I shake my head at the youth of today
But it was only yesterday, that was me
The "Grumblies" were those aged old men
The ones I've never wanted to be
And seventy years doesn't seem too far
Einstein's theory is not stuff of dreams
Here am I just half way there
And ageing a year per week it seems
But age is just a number its said
The who you are is the who you must be
Acting your age is no fun at all
but forever young will do it for me!
Poetry by Liam
Read 11 times
Written on 2024-11-02 at 09:36
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