You Tell Me I Am Getting Old

[170 words] You tell me I am getting old;I tell you that’s not so!The “house” I live in is worn out,And that, of course, I know.It’s been in use a long, long while;The color’s changing on the roof;The windows are getting dim,The walls a bit transparentAnd looking rather thin.The foundation’s not so steadyAs once it used to be-My “house” is getting shaky,But my “house” isn’t ME!My few short years can’t make me old,I feel I’m in my youth.Eternity lies just ahead, A life of joy and truth.I’m going to live forever there;Life will go on – it’s grand!You tell me I am growing old?You just don’t understand.The dweller in my little “house”Is young and bright and gay,Just starting on a lifeTo last throughout eternal day.You only see the outside,Which is all that most folk see.You tell me I am getting old?You’ve mixed my house with ME! Dora JohnsonHickory Ridge, TN…