I AM A YOUNTHFUL OLD MAN
I am a youthful old man
I still walk well
I have no great pain now
I may fail to find a name sometimes
But my mind generally goes along
As it always did
I am a youthful old man
But I do not fool myself
If I remain alive long enough
The ‘youthful’ will go
Somehow someway in not so long
I will not be what I am now-
I must try for as long as I can
To hold on where I am now -
I am tired now
And I suddenly realize the tiredness I have these days
Is greater and different from any I have had before
How many disasters I wonder
Are happening inside me now
Which I cannot feel now?
I am a youthful old man
Or so I tell myself
How long this will last
I do not know.
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