Old

Now that I'm old, 
though often told "You'll never 
be old," by admirers conspiring
to make me feel better by e-mail and letter,
my balance is not what it used to be.

I'm far too vain to use a cane, 
and though needing a boost 
to be loosed from my chair, I 
accept the dare to gird my loins 
and Youth-en backwards.

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