(978) He Called Me Old Poem by Melvina Germain

NO! you're not old...in Philippines only carabaos (water buffalo) get old.

Ouch! Since you and I are nearly the same age, this one hit me like a bolt of lightning. I recall the same things - and yes, I could outdance them all, and still do when given the chance. These young 'kids' got nothin' on us, girl! I grew up with MOTOWN in my veins, and it's there to stay. We're not getting older - we're mellowing like fine wine. Great poem, Melvina! Linda :)

Mel, you are as old or as young as you feel. That young man has got a lot more growing up to do. I am the same age as you and as far as I'm concerned I do more now than I ever did at forty eight. So if he thinks he can what as us olden far behind, let him think again. He is still in nappies, or diapers as you call them over there. Great poem made me feel thirty years younger. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David

well, I guess being ‘old’ and being told …………..by a much younger person DOES have one benefit: fond memories of younger days! [I have a poem which covers some other advantages AND some disadvantages of becoming “old”] for me, at age 67, being called ‘old’ by a 48 year-old would NEVER happen, since I appear to be only 45 years old! ! ! but ……….yesterday a 17 year-old said I was old, and [after punching her in the face] I went home crying. BUT, like with your experience, I too had a nice memory, later that night, of younger days: I remembered my mommy breastfeeding me. she gave white milk from one, and chocolate milk from the other! [poem idea? ? ! ] bri :) p.s. I think I heard a rumor, as a child, that brown cows gave chocolate milk, and white cows gave white milk. for real; I heard it. or, was it a joke? can’t remember. I’m getting old. thanks, Melvina, for sharing how you cut the rug years ago. but I heard you still dance these days. this goes to MyPoemList :) bri a favorite line: I wore those puffed up wigs, ahh yes I remember. .....................hey, i wore those wigs too!

Amazingly thoughtless he was that young man and beautifully young you'll always be!

Ah mel the man's a fool, forever young is how I picture you..

True poetry is ageless. And this is a very eloquent, graceful offering. Write on, my talented friend. Love, Sandra

What a nice compliment Melvina..never mind if you are called old, if it is said in good taste..say Amen..if it is said in a bad manner, well, that's the problem of that FORTY EIGHT OLD...