Ageing

 

I am old yet young

I feel as if I am thirty

but in reality close to seventy

My friend Maria is eighty one

yet insists she is twenty four

and is determined to remain so

Every year we celebrate her birthday

I wish her a happy twenty fourth

anniversary

 

Old with vigour and vitality

concealed within an ageing frame

Ambition and desire supressed

by aching joints and other ailments

My mind seems disconnected

from my body which frequently

applies the breaks to slow me down

I am torn apart in a dilema 

between body and spirit

 

I would love to run and swim

but tend to sleep longer than before

I plan excursions to many places

but often overcome with fatigue

Frustration is an evil indwelling spirit

that eats away at my being taking

the side of a creaking body

My mind is as sharp as a razor

my mortal flesh as dull as a door stop