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About Nothing At All
Getting old is not what I want to do. Has anyone found a way around it? I've tried to figure it out, but I don't have a clue. I may be struggling, but not giving in one bit. I still want to run, jump, and even skip. I want to go to Cabo, do the zip line. But then I think, will I break a hip? No, I say, I will be just fine. What are we supposed to do? Be appropriate by acting our age? The number is getting up there, its true. But I am not ready to write the last page. I want to dance to a classic rock song. I want it played loud, so I can hear. If its a favorite, I will sing along. I need to keep these memories near. I want to laugh, like I used to do. When it was really about nothing at all. I want to go to happy hour, and close the bar at two. Paying no attention to the bartender yelling " last call"! I ignore the woman whose reflection in the mirror I see. I glance up, and she catches me off guard. I don't know how she got there, it puzzles me. No worries, I toss the mirror into the backyard. I used to be young, now I pretend that I am. I remember, I could work all day, play all night. And the next day, be ready to do it again. I am not giving in without one hell of a fight!
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