Age is Just a Number

Father Time is masterful at

Changing plots and storylines,

And all bear witness as

The transformations are discerned.

As season shifts to season

Etched in incremental stages,

Mortality becomes

An unavoidable concern.

 

But age is just a number

And old is but a state of mind.

And I’ll be here (until I’m not),

So, set the feast and pour the wine.

 

Like Mister Frost whose lifelong task

Was oft misunderstood,

But found the road to longevity

In a lonely yellow wood.

Or Glenn, the younger, circumnavigating

Time and space

To Glenn, the elder, after

Seven decades and still in the chase.

 

So, let the aging process roll

Unchecked and unforgiving,

And I’ll be here (until I’m not)

To make the most of living.