Old As You Think
Kevin Davis 2025
You’re only as old as you feel, they say —
Then why do my bones ache more every day?
I know my true age, yet inside I’m still twenty,
Though the things I once did… now I can’t do as many.
I park in the handicap spaces with grace,
Roll on my lidocaine, slow down my pace.
I walk with a cane — or umbrella, why not?
Rain or no rain, it still helps me a lot.
I take so many pills that old Carter’s would grin,
Wear glasses for reading, for distance, for dim.
But none of these things ever darken my light;
I welcome my limits and rest when it’s right.
Each morning, I rise with a smile and a cheer,
Ready for whatever waits close or draws near.
No fear in my chest and no dread in my day,
Just a steady “good-morning” to send me on my way.
So, if you’re like me, then you know what I think:
I’m as old as my mind is — and that’s not on the brink.
There’s nothing I can’t do in my heart or my head;
I won’t miss a moment or worry what’s ahead.
I love this sweet life and the souls I hold dear.
And I’m grateful each day that I’m still, gladly, here.
Old as I Feel
Kevin Davis 2025
I hear people say, “You’re only as old as you feel”!
Then why do my bones ache and is the pain real?
I think I am my age right now, but I think I’m twenty,
I just can’t do what I used to do when I was aplenty.
Now I park in handicap spaces, and roll on lidocaine,
Walk with a cane or an umbrella even if it doesn’t rain.
I take so many pills that Carters has nothing on me,
Wear glasses to read the largest text and also just to see.
But none of this puts a damper on me enjoying my life,
I accept my restrictions and embrace being without strife.
I get up each morning with smile and a hearty “good-day”,
Ready to face whatever comes without any fear or delay.
So, if you are like me, you believe “I am as old as I think”!
And there is nothing in my mind I cannot do, so I don’t blink,
And miss a single moment or worry about what is to come.
I love my life and all those in it, so glad am I it’s still not done.
Old as I Feel
Kevin Davis 2025
You say, “You’re only as old as you feel!”
Then why do my bones ache — is this pain real?
I know my true age, though I think I’m twenty,
Just can’t do the things that I once did aplenty.
I park in handicap spots now, roll on lidocaine,
Walk with a cane or umbrella — sunshine or rain.
Take more pills than Carter’s, wear glasses to see,
Even the largest print still looks tiny to me.
But none of this dims how I’m living my life;
I accept my limits and stay free of strife.
I rise every morning with smile and “Good day!”
Ready for whatever comes, come what may.
So if you’re like me, you believe what I think:
I’m only as old as I choose — and I don’t blink.
I won’t miss a moment or fear what’s to come;
I love this life and all in it — glad it’s not done.
You’re only as old as you feel some say.
How will it feel on your eightieth birthday?
Everything’s quieter and harder to see.
Not everyone, just seems like it to me.
Portions are smaller as we sit and dine.
When we do drink it’s but one glass of wine.
No longer can we just turn on a dime.
And it gets harder to walk a straight line.
Your sleep is disruptive if it’s like mine.
Going to the bathroom time after time.
Get off your soap box, step onto my cloud.
Life is still better than wearing a shroud.
If you’ve reached your seventies as of late,
Thank your Creator for life can be great.
No timecards to punch, no bosses to please,
Life is to live as each moment you cease.
Juan Ponce de Leon, an explorer
searched for the Fountain of Youth
He thought it somewhere in Florida
'til somebody told him the Truth
You're as old as you feel
in your heart and your mind
The FOY's not in Florida ~
Tap into your soul
It's there for to find
I'd rather owe it to you than cheat you out of it
never loan money it never returns
If you do the same thing over and over
you're in your comfort zone
Fences make good neighbors
a thirty-foot wall makes them better
You have to break eggs to make an omelet
milk a cow so we can add some cheese
Little white lies are nicer than the raw truth
explains that twenty-two trillion national debt
We can always remain, friends
loan me twenty-two trillion dollars
It is better to give than to receive
only if your the receiver and not the giver
You're only as old as you feel
thank you, Methuselah
I feel like crap
you smell like it too
Smile and the world smiles with you
it is lonely in my padded cell
Somethings are best unsaid
Poppycock!
A septuaginarian?! -- He doesn't look a day over 45
~ But he's wracked with pain
He hasn't changed a bit since we were in college
~ So what? His feet are on fire 24/7
Look! He has a full head of dark brown hair
~ Yeah, and he can't walk from here to the end of the block
But he's so well preserved for his age
~ Ha! Have you seen him try to navigate stairs?
I'll bet he still fits into his graduation suit
~ He sure does: Osteoporosis has hollowed out his bones
You know, they say that you're only as old as you feel
~ That's true: He's old, he feels...
In an effort to make us old folks gay
They say seventy is the new sixty
I’m forced to ask you, who are ‘they’?
And who made ‘they’ the authority?
When they say sixty is the new fifty
How many of them need glasses to read?
And just how many of them are sixty?
How much more of this drivel will they feed?
What they mean is you’re as old as you feel
Well, some of us feel as old as we look
I’m over seventy, that is what’s real
And I know just how much living that took!
I will embrace life regardless of time
Even though four is my new dinnertime!
stop laying around
put the feet on the ground
listen to the newest sound
let you mind reel
ONLY AS OLD AS YOU FEEL
Young at heart
Well that’s a start
You’re only as old as you feel
Isn’t that the deal?
Well in my heart I feel young
But when all said and done
Being young at heart, let’s face it
Still means you’re older in other places
I have reached the stage,
That fails to amuse to me.
It is the beginning of old age,
Or so it seems to be.
Like many-I often think it is unfair,
That our youth goes by so fast.
Though I am fully aware,
That youth is not meant to last.
There are many that try to deny it,
But it happens to us all.
Once there--each one of us will admit,
It is youth we enthrall.
So many people say,
“You’re only as old as you feel”.
I say “if it would only stay”,
That would be a heck of a deal.
But within each passing year,
My youth continues to subside.
Until one day it will be crystal clear,
My old age will no longer be able to hide.
Happening almost over night,
Old age will attack.
And I will loose the fight,
Of trying to gain some youth back.
Surprise!
Look at the wrinkles
that cover my hand,
all veiny and puckered
unless I make a tight fist
and they smooth again.
The face in the mirror
doesn't look as it seems
when I'm not looking.
Surprise!
My hair is growing thin
falling in wisps
from brush or comb
and no more need to shave
cause I'll soon be naked as a babe.
Surprise!
Everyone calls me ma'am.
Its startling to no longer be a miss.
How hold am I, you ask.
Well, I'm sixty-five
but where my soul resides
I feel about thirty-two.
How old are you?
Some say age doesn't matter
You're only as old as you feel.
Every time I say my age,
it sounds so very unreal.
How did I get here
my heart seems to cry,
but then, I laugh with a roar
'Cause I'm gonne live
to be ninety-four!
Surprise!
Time--it moves like a scalded cat,
And I--I creep like a snail.
Like a long tailed cat in a lawn mower's path,
I am nearing the end of my tale.
Now, it's said that you're only as old as you feel,
And aging, they say, doesn't hurt,
But, try to believe you're as young as you feel,
When you feel like you're older than dirt.
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