“You’re only as old as you feel,” they say.
“I feel young,” you say.
She thinks, “He is old. I’m talking old!”
Then he says, “You are old!”
“But I ‘think young’. I’m young at heart! I see the world through young eyes,” you say.
“You’re old now,” he says.
“But I was young once!” you think. “I was cool.”
“Un-cool now,” he thinks.
“But my eyes see now what I saw years ago,” you think. “Nothing’s changed.”
“Yes, it has,” he thinks. “The body is older, the hair grey, skin flaccid.”
She thinks, “God, he is ancient! Does he honestly believe I would look twice? Not like
that anyway!”
“Let’s face it,” he says, “you blew it when The Beatles were fashionable!”
“That’s true,” you think.
“The Sixties were magic,” you say.
“This is 50 years later,” he says.
“I don’t know the sixties,” she says, because she wasn’t born until the late 1990s! “What were the Sixties?: she asks.
“When I was alive,” you say.
“I’m alive now,” she says. “2011 is cool!”
“You are old!” he says.
“Yes, I am old,” he thinks. “Too old! But I still remember ‘young’.”
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