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.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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