Old, A Perspective
By Ann M. Clinton

I am old
How do I know?
Easy…
Something told me so
Gray hair provides a hint
Reading often produces a squint
But do not worry
I cannot even scurry
Away…
A cane offers coordination
Walking requires concentration
Wonderful dreams fill my mind
Though the body is not so kind
Books, good friends, I am seeing
Sedentary a state of being
Old to some is just a word
That’s what they tell me
That’s what I’ve heard
So, is it so?
I’ll let you know!