‘Age is but a number'
Is what they all say,
But, how big a number
Are you today?
When as a child
I wanted older to be,
But as each year passes,
How old will you think I be?
When I am in my Prime,
Will you still want me?
Or, when I am ‘over the hill'
Will my age matter to thee?
Age is but a number,
Be it big or small,
One cannot disguise it,
Or hide it from one and all.
Copyright (c) Yisroel Yonatan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 8 September 2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem