You don’t believe that you’ll get old,
Be old,
Not be. Especially
When you are young,
And energy
At fingertip, available whenever,
Let’s you trip the lights fantastic ‘cause
You’ve got forever.
You don’t know believe a word of it
Until the ‘it’ begins to quit:
The muscle shrink, the change to fat,
The loss of shape, the hunch the lean:
Little symptoms, tiny signs
And even then,
The feeling is you’re fine,
And if you’re lucky, you’ve the gene
That keeps you breathing
Longer than statistics say you should –
Predictions overruled.
If not, you don’t get old,
The body cold too soon
In early dying,
Having too few moons behind it.
That said, believe me, you’ll get old,
Be old,
Not be.
You Don’t Believe That you’ll Get Old 5.4.2016
Circling Round Aging; Birth, Death & In Between II; Nature Of & In Reality;
Arlene Corwin
