I
am old, so what? It
doesn’t really matter, But
it does to some. With
jeans and polo shirt, I
am out for a stroll. Why
dress like this, my wife for decades shouts Dress
your age. I
am old, so what? It
doesn’t really matter, But
it does to some. Why
not switch to sneakers, I
am told it’s comfier. I
did get a florescent green. Aren’t
you old for these? My mama chided. I
am old, so what? It
doesn’t really matter, But
it does to some. Let
me sport a beard. No
matter it is all salt, with no pepper Does
it befit your age? Subtly
opines the barber. I
am old, so what? It
doesn’t really matter, But
it does to some. For
the heck of it I colored my hair. You
look great, said the hair dresser But
why dye now, aren’t you old My
teenage son murmured. I
am old, so what? It
doesn’t really matter, But
it does to some. It
was the month of May and sizzling hot. My
friend suggested a pair of shades, I
wore and entered the gate The
watchman smiled to himself; I knew why. I
am old, so what? It
doesn’t really matter, But
it does to some. It
was a weekend and I thought of bowling. With a few kids I reached the alley. Be
at the ropes, said one of them. With
your age why try, I got it. I
am old, so what? It
doesn’t really matter, But
it does to some. It
was New Year's eve I
yearned to shake a leg. Take
care, said the DJ You
may tear a ligament. I
am old, so what? It
doesn’t really matter, But
it does to some. Age
does matter I
am sure. But
does it really? Not
for me, but for the little world around me.
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