by Susan K. Montague
I don’t recognize myself any more;
I’m fit and slim.
I’ve been to the gym.
Looking young is a great feeling;
a smaller size is so appealing.
But the feeling is fleeting.
It’s so defeating.
When instead of asking for my ID,
the bartender says, “Do you belong to AARP?”
No matter how hard we try our best to, stay as young as we can, we eventually, get, beaten, by, time, and, there’s, no way around that.
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