I am Nineteen but I look Seventy Two
I am nineteen
but I look seventy-two
weird maybe
to those who are not here yet
in my heart I am singing and dancing
my arthritic ankles are laughing at me
I do not hear them
choosing to be young me as opposed to old me
my heart is full of joy
I am not cynical
only grouchy with one person
my husband, who must not mind
he has been with me for fifty-two years
with him I am fifteen
and he is sixteen
the ages we first met
we scoff at our seventy-two-year-old bodies
they are nothing like the real us.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
