My body may be wearing out
But my mind is doing fine
I may be wrinkled all about
But just on the outside
Inside’s a flurry with Mind as the culprit
Telling Body what to do though he knows we cannot do it
Climb a tree, skip and jump, dance a jig and clap your hands
Mind’s living in another time when life was oh so grand
He’s in denial
He thinks we’re young
He sings a song already sung
He sings it loudly
And though he’s wrong
I’m always convinced to sing along.

Mechelle Ritchie Foster
(I wrote this about myself and my friends Ruthie and Gerry, two amazing, ageless ladies.)