You’re just not that young….anymore

 

Your strong legs once propelled you out a C47 plane over France

You’re just not that young….anymore

 

Your nimble fingers once ran wiring through B17s

You’re just not that young….anymore

 

Your bronzed arms once let you rappel down from a Huey into a dangerous LZ

You’re just not that young….anymore

 

Your firm wrists moved pots and pans and fixed many dinners

You’re just not that young….anymore

 

Your strong legs once threw the championship football pass

You’re just not that young….anymore

 

Your dark eyelashes once drew the GI’s wild

You’re just not that young….anymore

 

Your clear blue eyes once spotted the Messerschmidts at 12 o’clock high

You’re just not that young….anymore

 

Your gentle hands once wiped the tears from a crying tot’s eyes

You’re just not that young….anymore

 

Your strong shoulders once carried a giggling five year old girl around the house

You’re just not that young….anymore

 

Your tender breasts once fed new born babies

You’re just not that young….anymore

 

Your fleet feet once sped down the basketball courts

You’re just not that young….anymore

 

Your strong ankles once carried you around the office

You’re just not that young….anymore

 

5 comments
  1. I’m sorry but I found this poem to be “ageist”. My 80 year old father works full time and travels frequently, by car, two hundred plus miles for work. He plays golf, basketball and walk 5-10 miles a day. He is currently rewiring my house and his job entails working on mircochips. In his spare time he reads and does needlepoint.
    My mom still makes 3 homemade, from scratch, meals a day. Volunteers at the Mayo. Her breasts may be dry but they still make a great resting place for babies, tots and spouse! Most importantly they have wisdom, a life which denonstrates true faith in Jesus as well asan abundancee of love to share!

    1. I am sorry I did not mean it that way.  I greatly admired my grandparents and what they did.  My maternal grandmother raised seven kids, through the Great Depression and World War II.  My father’s mother worked hard as a single mother in a bomb plant, so everything I said was meant with the highest regard.

  2. Why do you start out talking about weapons whose purpose to the kill people, then go to breasts?t Older people are much more than bygone days of killing and sex. Your facination with war, death  and destruction should be examined closely to determine your real motives. Having a tough time looking in the mirror into your soul?

    1. Andy, I don’t tolerate personal attacks and commenting here is a privilege, not a right.  I don’t know what your beef with Keith is , but it needs to remain off my blog.  As of now you are no longer welcome to comment here, and you have been blocked.

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