Age Is Only a Number
"Events mark the passage of time,
Just as seven days of the week are mine
Weeks turn into months,
Then into years to numerous to count
But define us by age,
A theoretical gauge
For it is only a number to report,
When mind and body have rapport
Curious when told to act your age,
Young or old, maturity must be obeyed
As if to confine,
Enthusiasm that is mine
To be better behaved,
Only makes me depraved
To embrace outside my box,
And ignore others who think I ought not
My ambition is not whimsy,
I just refuse to be sedentary
For I am up to the challenge or task,
As long as my body will last
In touch with the “youngness” of my heart,
To scale any and all life’s rampart’s
Acting as I can,
Being who I am
For what my mind sees of me,
That is what I believe"
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