Older???
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Born of woman,
Minutes, hours, days, months,
Then years tick by,
Some unnoticed.
Then, one day someone
Called me middle aged,
Shocked I knew the number,
But felt the same
As when I was 18.
Another day comes,
A young child called me old.
In my mind
I murmured, “No!”
I looked within
And found my image,
I felt no different
As when I was in my 20′s.
Yet, recently a person in their 20′s
Said with a smile he thought me ancient.
Yes, I know my body hurts more,
But in my mind I still have this image
Of being somewhere in my 30′s
My body has aged.
Yet, my mind has grown
With experience and wisdom,
But my image of self
Has aged much slower.
Retired after 42 years working for a major I/T company in technical, programming, customer service and management positions. Since retiring I have been enjoying hobbies of painting and wirewrapping semi-precious stones for necklaces. I have been writing prose and stories for ten years. Since retiring I have met some extraordinary writers who have encouraged me. I look forward to continuing to write and help others to do the same.
Tags: growing old, musings, older, personal story, poem, prose, ramblings
Frank, this is so perfect. I know what my mirror tells me, but inside I’m 23 still (only with lots of experience)! You nailed it!
I just turned 35 and have been spending a little time thinking about what it means to age gracefully. I think you have a pretty good road map there -- it’s in the mind more than the body.
@Anya, I am twice your age and still learning about the road map.. It is more in the mind than the body. Yet, I am thinking it may catch up at some point in the future. Good luck with your road map.