My poor body is now showing the vagaries of time,
A bulge here and a sag there, way past its prime,
No longer have I the figure that I treasured with pride.
Still I have the thinking of an eighteen year old inside.
Some teeth have now gone, I need my glasses to see,
I take my medications that my doctor ordered for me,
I need to slow down, though my mind is still keen,
However in my heart I feel I am still just eighteen,
I now watch what I eat, I have a post middle age spread,
My wife tells me that I snore when I am asleep in my bed,
I have to be disciplined with my fitness, I really do try,
To imagine of that eighteen year old in my mind's eye,
If I'm eighteen or eighty it matters very little to me,
You feel what you feel and you see what you see,
Don't think about your age, because this is the deal,
Never count the years, believe you're as old as you feel