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I’m Not Old

I’m not old, I’m well done, no spring chicken, more like day old bread,

heading for pudding, it’s just a number, they say, till, you figure out

many steps it took you to get here, or how many breaths you’ve taken,

Whew, recycle, reframe, restore, renew, redo the item, comes’ back,

into fashion, sooner or later, it is said, with a faded color, worry spots.

I just happy, to be here this day, right here, now, I’m not old, I’m well done!