How Old Is God? Poem by Ima Ryma

'How old is God? ' my child did ask.
The question caught me by surprise,
Not ready for such answer task,
Since for sure answers would be lies.
I simply told my child that I
Did not know the age of God now.
Of course my child then asked me why,
And couldn't I find out somehow?
I said I'd try, hoping to stall,
But from my child's look it did seem
This was not too much help at all,
So I suggested some ice cream.

My child then said that God must be
A year or two older than me.