SILLY THOUGHTS

 

When my mind was turning twenty, I was fifty-three,

I wonder—will it one day— become as old as me.

My thoughts wear a pink ribbon; a young girl is inside,

But can they live together, stay walking side by side.

What happens when this old clay begins to fall apart,

Will the mind be breaking, too, or still be young at heart.

You know that life is funny, as funny as can be…

My mind remains at twenty… I’m long past fifty-three.

At fifty-eight I’m slipping, further away from youth,

But I find my mind has never, faced up to the truth.

It still dreams in pretty colors, rainbows seen in sky,

And while my mind is dreaming, my body asks me why.

When the time arrives and it’s my body’s turn to die,

My mind will still be young… will it leave it high and dry.

Silly thoughts pass by today… perhaps senility,

At least I know my soul … will live for eternity.