age ain't but a number
it's the attitude
that tells the time
some people stop
look at my face
say my age is just fine
they never look harder
to see the true beauty
the person lying within
they see the age
categorize me
this is their great sin
my innocence is
of a newborn babe
suckling its mother's breast
determination of a
high school athlete
striving to do their best
playful as a
five year-old child
who of nothing else knows
loving as a mother
holding her child close
helping them as they grow
desiring knowledge
like a college professor
at harvard or ucla
as cautious as
a mistreated wife
beaten, bruised everyday
I'm set in my ways
as a wretched old man
dinner at six, bed by ten
forgetful as an
alzheimer's patient
no clue of where I've been
trapped in a kaleidoscope
some call life
they're trying to rationalize
my age is nothing
but a number on a page
it speaks nothing but lies