Hidden Youth
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So many people today think once you've passed the big five-o life just ends. So!? For many of us it begins all over again. We're finally free to pursue all the things we set aside to raise our families. Our brains don't just stop functioning and I've never seen anybody with an expiration date stamped on their bottom at birth by God. We still like to have coffee and chat, we still like a good joke, still like to dance, go to dinner, see a show, etc. Myself I still love the great outdoors and and being surrounded by Nature and my animals. I'm old, I'm not dead. I'm gonna go full tilt until I just run out of gas one day and drop. They can do whatever they want with what's left of me. I won't be needing it anymore. Just make sure any animals I leave behind are well cared for and have good loving homes.
Locked inside each oldster there's a youngster you will find,
Peering out and looking back at all he's left behind.
He's really not so different from the youngsters of today.
Though wrinkled now, his eyes are dim, what hair he has is gray.
He still likes a little company, enjoys a little fun,
And oh the stories he can tell from back when he was young.
He's not as dumb as some will think, he's wiser now than most,
And you can learn a lot from him if you aren't self engrossed.
Most problems that we face today, he's seen it all before.
You aren't the first to run into that self same slamming door.
He has a world of sage advice if you will only listen.
He's run that same track once or twice and he has hind-sight vision.
He's really not so different.
He laughs and he cries too.
Not just some stuffy old antique,
Inside he's just like you.
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2019
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