The Old Man and Me

I look in the mirror and see gray

I feel as if I’m twenty if I’m but a day

My mind says I’m a boy in baseball hat

But my stomach is clearly no longer flat

 

It looks easy, muscles twitch to play

But when mind says go, they just stay

 

Pretty young ladies, I notice and still see

But if they notice, it’s an old man that’s me

 

In my mind I can still work hard and long

But experience is smart and seldom wrong

 

Must be better to age, keeping heart young

Then to not and hear that final bell rung

 

Maybe I’ll learn to age gracefully

Or not and continue as me playfully

 

This, I guess, is but a little rhyme

Something old men do to pass the time

Mike