The Gifts of being Old

Now that I’m old:

I can enter any of my previous ages

with the snap of a finger.

One of my favourites is:

“being 5 years old”.

Mind you, I had to do a soul retrieval

to liberate my 5 year old self from a prison

built of fear. But now,

she’s with me whenever I invite her in

and she bubbles up with joy,

with excitement,

with silly rhymes and skipping rhythms, 

and when my old knee is sore,

it’s just a swivel of the hip

and a nodding of the head,

but it’s a rhythm and a joy

and if you think I’m boasting

I’ll just stick out my tongue at you,

so there.

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