As a little snot-nosed kid at some point
I became aware of old people and
I thought they were like some other species
That came into the world that way
and had always been like that
And I knew instinctively I’d never be like them
When with age I saw everyone gets old
It didn’t seem like it would happen to me
I was young forever, old age not a reality
As if I had that fountain of youth in me
At age fifty, I started waking up to the reality
Of old age beginning to creep up on me
Now after many years I’ve made it there
And I kinda don’t care when some
Little snot-nosed kid who’s never been anywhere
Thinks I’m some old people species.
Bob Boyd
