With old age upon you, there’s no time to wait—
You do things on impulse which turn out just great.
The playground was empty, the swings sitting there—
Oh, wasn’t it nice to again feel the air!
Your grandson had left his skateboard on the step—
Your neighbors keep asking where you got the pep!
You watched the young girl, and your memory flipped;
And now you can ask—when’s the last time you skipped?
The age you are now, you’ve not been there before;
So “acting your age” has but nothing in store.
But Oh!, you have memories—that you won’t trade;
Just remember to use them, and don’t be afraid!
© Richard Williams