Youth No More

I grow old … I grow old …
Over the years I have grown bold
I have sought out new adventures
Tried many different sorts of food.
I have traveled many places
Whatever suits my mood.
In my youth I was very quiet
My tears fell on the floor
Now that I have grown older
I’m not as emotional as before.
I laugh and smile,
I love to sing
I work with children,
Such joy they bring.
I aimed for the moon
But found the stars
Life is good
Even if sometimes bizarre.
So many things I like to do
I travel, karaoke, bake and write
I would rather keep smiling
I don’t like to fight.
I grow old … I grow old …
Yet I’m young at heart
Life is good
I don’t doubt my part.


Italicized lines are from T.S. Eliot’s The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

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