Age Is Relative

by Lucy M. Young

They say that age is relative
  And I wonder what that means
As the days and years go flying by
  In an ever-changing scene.

My sight grows dim, my hearing dulls,
  My legs refuse to run;
I can no longer dance and ski,
  Or gambol in the sun.

Those days are gone forever;
  But deep inside of me
The happy memories linger on,
  My soul is young and free.

In fantasy I roam the woods,
  I dance the night away
With joyous abandon
  To the songs of a bygone day.

Yes, I guess that age is relative
  And I think I know now what it means:
'Though I may be approaching the century mark
  My heart is still in its teens.  

photo by Joel Valve