Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Chapter Five

Will I always be so honest
about my age?

When a younger man
guesses wrong
off by decades
will I always
shake my head
laugh
then tell the truth?

When people see me
with my oldest son
and ask
"was that your brother?"
will I always
attribute their mistake
to his early maturity
rather than
my tenuous
hold on youth?

Will it always
be so hard
for me
to accept
the turn
of the years?

Will I always
be so honest
about my age
to others
and to myself?

4 Comments:

Blogger jin said...

OOooo...you should soak it up!
I LOVE when people think I'm 22 instead of 32.....then I tell them I've been in biz for 13+ years ...heeheehee!!!

Enjoy it, & do not atrribute it to anything other then your own 'glow'!
:-)

9:44 PM, June 21, 2006  
Blogger Pat said...

At least until your age begins to be so honest about you, eh? :))

Lovely, lovely poem - as always.

10:43 PM, June 21, 2006  
Blogger Oh great One said...

Accept those compliments! As for me, age is just a number. I happen to enjoy the fact that I'm getting grey hairs. I've earned them!

2:16 PM, June 22, 2006  
Blogger Sicilian said...

Ohhhhhhhhhhh I love it when they guess 32 instead of 45. . . I love it when 30 year old men think I'm their age. . . and yes I get great joy in telling them how old I really am. Opps birthday made me 46 darn . . .
Ciao

8:18 AM, June 23, 2006  

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