AGE IS AN ATTITUDE

Think old and pan for mold

Think young and pan for gold

Age is an attitude

Thinking young is no platitude

As soon as you’re old enough to think

And your eyes start to focus and blink

Age becomes a factor

Somewhat a hindrance and a detractor

In those younger years

The strain of growing up can be the fears

As each person goes at this own gait

But in many respects tis maturity that can’t wait

Days seemed so long

And Daddy only seemed to see what’s wrong

Pushed here and going there

At times it’s rather hard to care

Then fighting upward to the school days

Still looking for attention and some parental praise

Wondering if that’s why we’re unsure

Feeling more than somewhat insecure

As having fun is nothing pure

Thinking life must be a cure

And if there isn’t a firm hand

Directing traffic with some command

The route can take a rocky course

Ending up in the ring or sing-sing

Or riding the wild white horse

With Rehab to get clean from remorse

Of course that doesn’t necessarily round out squares

Most kids come through with some of those scares

Yes that’s true but all in all

Youth is just stretching to be tall

That will last through life

Like the cutting edge of a knife

Walked on the sharp edge

Then age will be like falling off a ledge

Be it nothing or something dull

To get common sense through that skull

When it’s as simple as a positive attitude

At any age for just being alive is gratitude

Unlike the people around you joining their cult

Until thereto emerges an adult

Accepting chemicals and drugs

Sweeping dreams and goals under the rugs

Either living around pride or

Just another insult

With authority setting the path for going places

Or trying to fill in the insecurity and dead spaces

But no matter what

It’s true that what you’ve got

Is an attitude of mind

It’s the lifeline you’ve allowed to unwind

A biological age is an attitude of what when and where

Activated by the cool collected ability to care

So no matter if you’re at the fifty sixty seventy or eighty

And look and feel natty

Are you happy, healthy, prosperous

Is this your chorus

Knowing that tomorrow won’t cease

And staying young is for the most not the least

That chronological age is a platitude

Fifty sixty seventy eighty ninty-nine

The shape of the body is a sign

All shaped by the mind

It’s your heritage from your past

Whether you believe in legacies cast

Positive attitudes enable the body to outlast

Those negative thinkers aging too fast

Just as Oprah and Bob Green proved

That the body moved

And the mind grooved

For the long run

Will pan the gold until a healthy life is done

And age is a MARATHON won

That most won’t run