I’m 2 1/2 …. almost 3!
Every young child responds this way.
They can’t get old fast enough.
“How old are you?”, we ask the tween.
I’m going to be 16.
Twelve really, but aching to be reach it.
“How old are you?, we ask the high school graduate.
I’m nearly 21.
Almost 3…going to be 15…nearly 21.
Wait, what happened here?
Makes it sound you turned bad, like milk souring.
With increasing speed,
You’re pushing 40,
You’re over the hill 50,
You’re laid back 60.
At what age does this critical critique on chronological aging stop?
When one is almost 90, doing amazing things.
Like “Banana George”:
Or, Marion P Downs who was almost 100 when they dedicated a building in her honour.
Age is less a chronological number than an attitude of living.
Living one’s life into crescendo is exhilarating and enriching at every age, or shall I say , at almost each and every age.
As my Aging Well post suggests, looking forward to the next few months and years gifts aging without ageism.
And sometimes, it’s just plain fun.
( A Response to today’s WP prompt Age Old Question:
“Age is just a number,” says the well-worn adage. But is it a number you care about, or one you tend (or try) to ignore?)