Yes, my body is old <br />But it’s not the real me. <br />The real me is as young as you <br />In fact the real me never changes. <br /> <br />Yes, I’m trapped in a body <br />That won’t obey me <br />But don’t let it fool you. <br />I’m aware of everything around me <br />And I want to be included. <br /> <br />So don’t look at me with pity <br />Or talk to me as you would a child <br />Please don’t make me feel useless <br />And ignore me. <br /> <br />I have not changed <br />Not really. <br />Time has just taken its toll. <br /> <br />The real me is just like you. <br />With a need to be <br />Wanted and accepted. <br /> <br />So be patient with me <br />If I am a little muddled, <br />Or deaf, or need a strong arm to lean on. <br /> <br />For inside I am fling <br />Free and young and mobile. <br />Please………. <br />Try to see me, <br />See me as I really am.<br /><br />Jem Baker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-old-2/
