I Am One Of The Young Old Poem by Shalom Freedman

I AM ONE OF THE YOUNG OLD

I am one of the young old
I still walk without strain or special difficulty
I can readily move and pick up things
I have no disabling pain
I can run if I need to
My mind is still quick
I can see clearly
And hear fairly well
However slower I am in so many ways
I still function-

I am one of the young old
I may have more difficulty recalling names
I may be slower in getting up from playing with a grandchild
I may sense my staying power in concentration less
But I can still read and write-

I am one of the young old
May I stay this way as long as I can
Before the worsenings come-