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Still 23

Still 23

I’m 46 next week, but I’m 23 inside,
It’s not just old age denied.
I know my body’s knackered
‘cos daily I’m reminded:
the mirror’s getting scary,
I’m sure my face is puffy.

I used to feel so fit and strong,
stand up in the pub and sing a song,
Give me a coffee, I don’t want a pint,
I’ve no time for fools or picking a fight.

I think I’m pretty cool,
my daughter’s face says I’m a fool.
Still play my music loud,
I just can’t handle a crowd.

My aching back and joints go crack,
by nine I want to hit the sack,
my favourite clothes don’t fit no more,
that bouncy wear must not be worn.
The bounce I have now feels all weird,
I think I might be getting a beard.

But in my heart I’m 23, still dancing see,
inside.

©️Janey Colbourne 2018

 

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Janey Colbourne

Wed 18th Jul 2018 20:40

Thanks Big Sal. That's the thing isn't it? We have limited control over ageing but more choice about how we think about it. It can be really frustrating but we have to adapt and find different ways to make the most of life, otherwise we waste what time and capacity we do have left.

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Janey Colbourne

Wed 18th Jul 2018 20:37

Thank you Keith and best wishes

Big Sal

Thu 7th Jun 2018 04:34

If age is just a number and you're only as young as you feel, then it's a good thing to stay young at heart!?

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keith jeffries

Wed 6th Jun 2018 10:23

Janey,
True words indeed. A good poel and well expressed. Wait till you are 70 like me.
Thank you for this
Keith

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Janey Colbourne

Wed 6th Jun 2018 07:46

That about sums it up Brian!

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Wed 6th Jun 2018 07:41

Up there for thinking, down there for dancing.

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