Getting Old
Several years ago, I think it was my 50th birthday, I wrote this little piece. Found it recently and it made me giggle, so thought I’d share it with you.
I didn’t want to get old……puckered lips…..puckered eyebrows……..parchment skin. What is that?
Weathered, oh how nice to call it that……. sort of. I don’t want to be weathered. I want to be new again, like I feel inside……here, inside I am still quite young. You just don’t see it.
But I live here. Here inside, I am 25.
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