Beyond Youth
I sometimes wonder, when did my butt disappear?
Was it when hair started growing in my ear?
That young man who was, I must commandeer.
Has gravity nailed my feet to the ground?
And flattened my muscles that once were round?
Lurking somewhere, they must be found.
What happened to the man who once was chiseled?
I look in the mirror and see someone grizzled.
Has that youthfulness all but fizzled?
So is that what happens when your sixty-three?
NO!…Into my ear flies a little bee saying listen to me…..
Stop being a typical retiree.
I can be more if I wannabe.
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