a poem by Sandra Conner
Middle age is calling me,
But I just cannot go.
I have too much of childhood left,
So much that I don’t know.
Why, I still love to color
And to play with paper dolls.
I still delight in bubble pipes
And bouncing rubber balls.
Ah, middle age is calling me,
But I just cannot go.
I still feel like a coed,
Full of life from head to toe.
Yes, middle age is calling me,
But my decision’s made.
I’m just too young at heart to go.
Middle age’ll have to wait!
The Happy Wordcrafter 
wish my body would’ve listened to that poem when I was actually middle-aged! 🙂
Well, I’m actually well past what most people consider “middle age” myself, but that’s the way the poem came to me. And frankly, I feel all those things I wrote about, and I refuse to get old. So, stir up those feelings you had when you were a kid and and very young adult and turn the clock back emotionally and psychologically and join me.
I’m with you on this one!
I am continuously in the battle, nice view and written poem.. ‘)
I’m still thirteen, at least that’s what my wife tells me.
Not thinking old is the main thing.
I agree ABSOLUTELY! And since I’m already to my 60’s, I know it works. I’m still holding off “middle age.”
By the way, I noticed on my Reader that you have a couple new poems on your site. I haven’t had a chance to get over there to read them yet, but I’m coming. Also — I told “The Bard” about the “PoemHumter” site, and he joined as well. All of this stuff is kind of hard to keep up with, but it’s fun. And the connections with people from all over the world are priceless. Although I’ve always been very grateful to be an American citizen, I have, since childhood, had this very real sense of being part of “the whole world” rather than just a small part of it. But my opportunities for interacting with others from around the world were very limited. I am grateful for this chance to meet people from every corner of the planet and actually become what I consider ‘friends’ with some of them.