Don’ t call me old

Because I’m at that age

When you hear the groans of

Of tired old bones

And words look blurred

On the written page

Don’t say I’m ancient

Or I’m over the hill

As my muscles creak

I’m slow to speak

And I reach for that evening pill

Don’t say I’m past it

As I look ahead

As the years fly so fast

And days and nights

Don’t seem to last

My get up and go

Hasn’t got up and gone

Walkers and wheelchairs

Are frowned upon

I’ll still keep travelling

From place to place

Still take part

In that 5k race

Lunges and press ups

No problem for me

|I’ll still be swimming at 93!