Going on 19

My mind is going on 19.
My body is 62
with aches,
luck of sleep ...
The mind is dragging
the body along.
Common, it's time
to celebrate.
I am tired.
I want to sleep.
Run.
I rather shuffle.
There is something good
for you in your life.
All good happened
yesterday.
My body you are not
so old.
No, my mind,
if you say so.
I shall run.

Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Pottsville, Fall 2010