Age is just a number

Age is just a number

Does age really matter when your hair turns grey?
I have fun choosing what age I’ll be each day.
Yesterday was cold and wet, so I was five again
Putting on my wellies, I didn’t mind the rain.

I jumped in every puddle, a few folk stopped to smile,
I was having so much fun, being five for just a while.
Today because the sun came out I’m going to the shop,
I’m going to buy an ice cream, with sprinkles on the top.

I see my husband shake his head; she’s crazy he will say,
If this is second childhood, then I think I’m here to stay!
No use comparing ailments, bemoaning aching joints
They are the childish ones, boldly scoring points.

Tomorrow it’s my birthday, I think I will be eight,
I might get up quite early, or, stay in bed till late!
I may go to the playground if the wind is right,
Then I will be ten again, so I can fly my kite.

You see age is just a number; old age is what we dread,
The only thing important is the age inside your head!
So when someone says they’re old, or wish they weren’t alive,
I blow them a loud raspberry, because me, I’m only five!