Still 23

I’m 46 next week, but I’m 23 inside,
It’s not just old age denied.
I know my body’s knackered
‘cos daily I’m reminded:
the mirror’s getting scary,
I’m sure my face is puffy.

I used to feel so fit and strong,
stand up in the pub and sing a song,
Give me a coffee, I don’t want a pint,
I’ve no time for fools or picking a fight.

I think I’m pretty cool,
my daughter’s face says I’m a fool.
Still play my music loud,
I just can’t handle a crowd.

My aching back and joints go crack,
by nine I want to hit the sack,
my favourite clothes don’t fit no more,
that bouncy wear must not be worn.
The bounce I have now feels all weird,
I think I might be getting a beard.

But in my heart I’m 23, still dancing see,
inside.

©️Janey Colbourne 2018