I was me
Now I'm me plus sixty
Aging's not what you think it will be
not from the inside anyway
Sure you slow down
seize up
But the bouncing inner voice
rattles along much as it ever did
Maybe you're not as deft,
as willing.
But just as naive,
as tripping,
as you were at ten;
Still stonkered by beauty
like your tousle-haired
teen self.
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