Me

The body people never see Is the one I keep inside of me. I know they see me getting old, With hair no longer quite so gold, Perhaps my back is not as straight. Maybe they see I have to wait And walk, not run, across the street To see a friend I want to meet. My face has wrinkles now, I know, Some things have sagged a bit below, But this is not the one I see. Inside my mind, it isn’t me! When I’m not looking in the glass I never feel the years have passed. The inner me says I could run Around the block, and, just for fun, Ride my bike ’til twilight’s calling - Or climb a tree, no fear of falling! My hands, of course, do not have spots Or knuckles swollen into knots. Instead, a youngish woman’s form, Not yet assailed by age’s storm, Is lithe and not yet bowed by years. So here’s to the inside me with cheers!