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!
Copyright © Sandra Weiss | Year Posted 2019