AS OLD AS WE FEEL

Sometimes I think I’m old
Sometimes I think I’m young
But if the truth be told,
It won’t be by the tongue.

For though my friends encourage me,
Affirming my well being,
My body says it’s plain to see
My muscle tone is fleeing.

At times I’m really shook
And feel so very shy
As youngster say, “How young you look!”
When I feel like I’ll die!

When Uncle Arthur racks my bones
So I can’t walk a line,
And I can’t hear the telephones,
No matter what the kind;

When most of what I eat and drink
Is what the doctor ordered
Then I feel I’m on the brink
Of where this life is bordered.

A truth I heard some years ago
Met me with strong appeal;
And I still hear its strong echo:
“We are no older than we feel!”

So all my days must spring brand new,
And find me on the run,
So now, Old Age, I say to you,
“Don’t mess with me until I’m done!”