This isn’t a Christmas poem or even a December poem….but, you have to take what comes when it shows up….and this is what showed up today…
Old…
“At what point do we get old?” I just overheard.
Can “old” be defined, just like any old word?
This wasn’t addressed especially to me,
Just sort of proffered rhetorically.
Once I declared, in my role as a Sage,
The clear definition of “What’s middle age?”
I had to devise my own answer, by @%#&
It’s at least five years more than whatever I am.
So, this postpones “old” quite indefinitely…
Cuz everyone’s young til they’re dead, don’t you see?