Do you remember as a child, how you
Just couldn't wait to be two digits?
Yep, the big ten, if you were a girl
you no longer hung out with "babies"
Those under ten, if a boy your now
The Man!
And then the magical age of thirteen,
Was all you could think about, you
Can now wear, barely there makeup,
Girls anyway, if your a boy, you are
Spending much of your time and energy
Exuding cool
Then you couldn't wait to be sixteen,
It's then, so many wonderful things took
Place, drivers license, first date for
Many, first kiss, first love, first
Heart break, and constant trips to
The mall, looking fine is imperative,
For the fashion plate female
For the "man" its having expensive
"hook-ups" and one hundred and fifty
Dollar shoes, and a campaign begins,
Called driving your parents insane,
So you can be seen driving the
Baddest ride in school, cause your
Now, the dude
Poor parents, they certainly have my
Sympathy, after all you kids know,
That your parents wore hand me downs,
Only had one decent dress for church,
Worked every spare minute to have a
Dime for a soda, and a quarter for
The movie theater, which was their
Only luxury, and on top of all that,
They walked two miles to school and
Back in the snow
After reaching twenty one your an adult,
Well some of us are, some of us never
Fully grow up, life then steps up the
Pace at an alarming rate, but your not
Aware of it, your much to busy building
A career, raising a family, managing
A home
Then one day you look in the mirror,
And you see your mother looking back
At you, or your father, if your a man,
Suddenly without warning, you have gray
Hair and wrinkles, and your once
Energetic body's put on unwanted pounds,
You don't no what in the world
Happened to the vibrant person you once
Were
Where on earth did the time go?
Seems only yesterday i was twenty one,
Not long at all, seems it wasn't that
Long ago that i was actually trying
To appear older, and to add insult to
Injury, i once upon a time, was a size
Three, remembering that far back, proves
I don't have dementia, not yet anyway
Now to my horror i find, I'm a relic,
That requires ten pills in the morning,
To keep me alive through the day, and
Five at bedtime, to increase my chances
Of seeing another tomorrow,
Sitting around the house half the day,
In a house coat and slippers, collecting
Dust and eating bran flakes, thinking
About, what else? the past
I'm of
No interest at all, even though i can
Give you a seven day weather for cast,
And the price of ten pounds of potatoes
This week, I've nothing of any real
Importance, to offer to anyone, if i were
A piece of vintage furniture, i would
Have no patina left at all, good for
Nothing but the fire place
No
One wants your advice about anything,
You old fashioned idea's are laughable,
Your interests are of no interest, to
Anyone under the age of fifty five
You now have reached the stage of
Invisibility, shoved back in the corner
Of a closet, your the last person,
Anyone young would want to spend any
Time with, outside the obligatory
Christmas dinner, and such
I've done some
Math, we old one's are honored to be
In the company of our "busy" families,
Oh by the way, i use that term loosely,
Approximately fifteen hours a year
If that isn't at all the way it is with
Your family, and they spend a fair amount
Of quality time with you, they seem
Genuinely interested in what you have
To say, and actually set aside time to be
Part of your life, you are a very blessed
Person, or perhaps you have a "baby sit
On demand" philosophy, maybe an open door
Policy with your wallet
If you fall into the morgue file category,
AS many of us do, keep in mind one day
They too, will
Look in the mirror and see you,
Starring back at them, take
Solace in knowing the old saying, what
Goes around comes around, now thats
Enough in itself, to give all of us
Vintage relics, a good nights sleep.
