I wear my age like a badge of honor
And on some days I donít
As I see myself the way I used to be
My desires mimic those of long ago
But my appearance tells me I must let go
Time and gravity has betrayed me
Too many experiences have dismayed me
Wishing I could throw them all away
And began again someday
I am young; I feel it to be true .
I only wish that the mirror
And those who only see my exterior
Believed it too
The young beautiful people I see
I often think that should be me
I feel like them
Why then canít I have the same freedom, the same optimism?
But that has gone by with the years
Leaving me to live the rest of my days
Wishing that I were younger.
Wishing these wrinkles would disappear.
Wishing my skin would tighten.
Wishing the scars that living has given me
Would take flight, would leave me.
To the youthful persona that beckons me.
Each time I see a young girl smile or giggle or desire
Makes me wish that I were not that which I am.