I feel like a wise old man
When youngsters bow in reverence;
I know they are looking for
father figures, not me.
I feel like a brash young man
When youngsters brush past me
In a queue at the counter.
I know they are in a hurry
To get things from life.
I feel like a junior
When senior citizens ask for
A helping hand;
Have I grown at all?
It is fun to age without
Maturing..
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