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About This Poem
Old Bones, Young Mind
It just sneaked up when I had my back turned… age that is
Creaking joints, worn out cartilage, torn muscles
Not far from my pension, and I am a …GRANDDAD!!
But, my mind is the mind of a twenty year old…razor sharp
Firing on all four cylinders, cooking on gas, switched on,
I am not two sandwiches short of a picnic!
My looks match my age, my age makes me look longer in the mirror
It takes me that little bit longer to get out of bed… but not into it!
When I was younger I dreamt of beautiful blondes-- now …I still do!
If I bend down I have started to make groaning noises…ooohhh, arrghh!
But, I can still stand my own ground, pass an opinion whether it’s wanted or not
Give advice when I really shouldn’t, tell people when they are wrong; politely..
This is how it is when you have a young mind trapped in an old-er body….
©12/8/2012
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