Being Old Poem by Jem Baker

Yes, my body is old
But it’s not the real me.
The real me is as young as you
In fact the real me never changes.

Yes, I’m trapped in a body
That won’t obey me
But don’t let it fool you.
I’m aware of everything around me
And I want to be included.

So don’t look at me with pity
Or talk to me as you would a child
Please don’t make me feel useless
And ignore me.

I have not changed
Not really.
Time has just taken its toll.

The real me is just like you.
With a need to be
Wanted and accepted.

So be patient with me
If I am a little muddled,
Or deaf, or need a strong arm to lean on.

For inside I am fling
Free and young and mobile.
Please……….
Try to see me,
See me as I really am.