Look in the mirror, what do I see?
A man who is so much younger than me.
Or is there less to me than I see?
Seeing is believing, they say, but it can't be!
I refuse to deduct my element of glee.
I am as young as I conceive myself to be.
Of course, my body does not cooperate with me.
I cry, I exclaim, I want to be free!
Mind over flesh is what I decree.
And Jesus and Phineas fully agree with me.
So I will continue to practice turning the key.
I will stay young in spirit, and pray upon my knee.
My attitude it always fits me to a tee.
Sorry you don't dare to with me, agree.
In death do I part, as young as can be.
Forever young inside, and in what we see.