You said I was too old, at first,
And then you said, “Too young”,
But how I love is unrehearsed,
And you’ll be fairly won.
At seventy I’m truly fit
To act as seventeen;
And when I kiss you’ll have a hit
Of something in between.
With body old, and youngish mind,
The middle is my true,
And if you’re bold I’m sure you’ll find
The middle is for you!
For though we’re stiff and joints are tight,
We have the gift of inside light,
And when we dance, though it be slow,
Our lens will steam from young-age glow!