The Age of Bones

There are times that I feel old

Tired, stiff, ready to stop

Though I’m not quite as old 

As my bones would have you believe

 

Sure I could be carbon dated

An accurate figure assigned

As my joints complain

Creaking and cracking

 

My playful, mischievous mind

Tells you a better truth

Regardless of what the odometer suggests

I’m not as old as my bones imply

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