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My mind is still young and my body is old,

But then again I feel so bold,

The shackles of fear have been left at the door,

I’m free and keen and ready to explore,

But am I in my Prime?

Well in my mind at least.

The skin is old and crinkled,

The muscles are worn and tired,

My flowing locks have long gone,

What’s left is grey and shaved to the wood,

My beard, my eyebrows and chest include.

It’s spreading its way south,

I am in my Prime.

But now I’m distinguished,

Well that’s what they say,

I get young people giving me a seat on the the bus,

I decline and don’t want to make a fuss,

I have my dignity,

I am in my Prime.

The mind wants to do it,

And is very sure that it can,

Mind over matter is the will of man,

But sometimes we fail and the body protests,

But you can always take a pill these days and still act your best,

I am in my Prime

Or maybe I’m just a Prima Donna,

Whose ego is large?

Whose outlook on life is controlled by the scars?

By the failures and successes of the last 50 years,

Which have always been accompanied by drinking a few beers,
But I’ve been fortunate in life although I’ve had some distress,

I can’t solve every problem but I try my best,

I don’t believe in god, but karma seems real,

And I know one thing for sure,

Something that’s real,

I am in my Prime.