Yes, my body is old
But it’s not the real me.
The real me is as young as you
In fact the real me never changes.
Yes, I’m trapped in a body
That won’t obey me
But don’t let it fool you.
I’m aware of everything around me
And I want to be included.
So don’t look at me with pity
Or talk to me as you would a child
Please don’t make me feel useless
And ignore me.
I have not changed
Not really.
Time has just taken its toll.
The real me is just like you.
With a need to be
Wanted and accepted.
So be patient with me
If I am a little muddled,
Or deaf, or need a strong arm to lean on.
For inside I am fling
Free and young and mobile.
Please……….
Try to see me,
See me as I really am.
Jem Baker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-old-2/
