age is a figment of the imagination
you are as young as the one you feel
but it is wrong to seek out a young one
just to feel younger than you are
I feel my age today for the nth time
forgot how old I really was again
the vitality of youth pumps again
and like a fool I believed the voice
it felt good for a moment.. just one
the rush of the moment thrilled me
felt half my age again... for a moment
but all reciprocal in the final tally
feeling twice my age tonight
long day leading to longer night
slowly aches set into the joints
muscles tighten into tight knots
feeling every single minute of it
the exhilaration of the run
as long as the doctor doesn't hear
felt good to be the fool for a bit
have felt 50 for a while now
was nice to prove it all wrong
day after was not very bad
only as old as the one you feel....
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
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Your math is impeccable! Your pain felt, laughed at, understood by all who dare to seek their limits. Our bodies inform our minds, and our minds...choose many paths. We are lucky to have them both.
ReplyDeleteThank you for such a wonderful portrayal.