Age is a number
I apply to myself
It often tells lies
and should set on a shelf
It cannot show pictures
Of when and where and who
Talk of the memories
Or even wear shoes
Age, you mean nothing
The truth is unveiled
You push and you bully
Instead of a number, be a word
Live life fully
Show the things
Yet to be seen
The places I’d like to tread
Instead of turning a silver shade
To the hair on top of my head
I hereby declare war
On your being alone
I refuse to allow you control
The number you say
Or even portray
Is for a rotting soul
I however
Have the power
To give a final shove
I do as I wish
I hop and I skip
I only measure with love