My body has betrayed me,
the years have not been kind.
There's more to me than there used to be,
I wish I could rewind...
Go back to when I was twenty three,
my very finest year!
I haven't got a time machine,
so I guess I'm staying here.
I have bones that creak and aching feet,
arthritis has taken hold.
Where once I could go coatless,
these days I'm always cold.
My hair is quite a bit thinner,
grayer than I recall,
my brush holds all the evidence
as I watch the gray strands fall.
No matter how much I diet,
the pounds keep piling on.
I'm down to water and salad,
I fear it won't last long.
Even with the aches and pains,
inside is a younger me.
My mind still thinks like the person
I was at twenty three.
Though the mirror doesn't reflect it,
the years just melt away.
I still feel young, still want to have fun,
still smile and laugh each day.