The Retired Bloke

Through these eyes...

Through these eyes nothing has changed

No passing of time, my youth has remained

All around me loved ones are maturing

Wrinkles emerge, wiseness reassuring

But in my mind I still feel like a child 

Wanting to be reckless, wonderful and wild 

Occasionally I glance towards my hands

Whose skin fits looser and demands

My attention to see the truth of the matter

That I too are growing old, something to shatter

The illusion that only a mirror can reflect 

Fully the ageing process and every defect

Some say you are the age that you feel

To me this has a great deal of appeal

So today my heart still feels full of life

Forever too young to give up the fight.