chellepig

I worry about how I will know when I am ‘old’.
Whether it will be when my hair goes grey? Or will it be when my skin is wrinkled?
Will it be when I have a walking stick and wave it threateningly at the neighbourhood children?
The first time the kids come to my house on their way home from school for home made cookies, will it be then?
What about when I have my own grandchildren?
When I retire will I know then? Maybe when my family force me into a retirement home?
As soon as I start telling stories with the headings ‘back in my time……………’ might I know?
Will it be when my bones are stiff and I pass time playing cards? Will I know by a feeling in my bones?
Are we old when we reach a certain age? 50? 60? 70? 80? 90? 100?
If I am those entire things can I still be young?
What about the quote ‘You’re as young as you feel’?
Maybe the quote is right, if I forever feel I am young, forever young I shall be.
So until I experience the answer for myself, my answer to ‘how do I know when I’m old?’ is ‘if you forever feel you young, forever young you shall be’