I feel older than I am
Years have gone by,
I am coming of age,
Whilst young at heart and in appearance,
I’m weighed down with wisdom of life past my age.
I grow tired of the young
And their naive ways,
But outraged with the old for their stubbornness and ignorance to changing times.
My face is worn out,
Tired and flaccid,
Though my spirit is firm-standing,
Alive and well.
I think I’ll enjoy being old
When my time comes.
People will listen because the lines on my face will suffice as evidence for every line of pain, heartbreak and fond memory I share.
For now I am an observer,
Gathering mounds of wisdom,
Only to be shared when there is no time left.