Want to feel older than you’ve ever felt before
Like being punched and stomped, laid out on the floor
Tell a favorite story to your almost thirty “kid”
Then wait to hear her tell you “Dad, you already did!”
The tip off comes like beating drums, her eyes roll back in head
About two/thirds into your line your face turns slightly red
You apologize with aging eyes and ask her to ignore
Then go home look in the mirror and count one gray hair more
Old stories have a way of hanging onto you
You tell when you’re happy…and recite them when you’re blue
Sometimes the mouth goes heading south and you look for lid
Especially, when progeny informs, “you already did!”
Getting older is no picnic and it’s easy to “forget”
I can’t decide if stubborn pride is worthwhile safety net
A mental string, that’s the thing, to avoid an oft’ told story
To spare the air of children fair and save them from “past glory”
A memory can be a fiend or perchance could be a friend
The kind you wrap your psyche around and hang on to the end
Either way you have to say your child doesn’t know
And when encore becomes a bore…perhaps its time to go
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