It appears my mind seems a little stubborn,
hiding in timeless fantasies,
too busy frolicking in fountains of eternal youth,
to remember what year it actually is.
My body thinks this is an odd thing for my mind to think,
you know- based on all the evidence.
Bowel movements and stiff knees
are not the conversations of 20 year olds.
Nor are sentences that being with “remember when…”
or “kids these days….”
Today I rode a bus.
A 3 hour bus with 13 year olds.
And now I feel 80.
13yr olds behind me sang “I have passion in my pants”-
with passion. A lot of passion.
Uncomfortable clumsy passion.
Others in front were taking 600 million gazzilion photos
of their screwed up faces.
There were more ipads, ipods and iphones
(and other ithings I cannot even pretend to know anything about)
On that bus than a mac store.
I practically broke a hip trying to leap over the generation gap.
I heard no 3 part harmonies of “A total eclipse of the heart”,
and not one single kid mooned the car behind.
Kids these days just aren’t what they used to be.
Nope- kids these days,
are the kids of those that used to be.
I made it home.
In more than one piece.
My head now in my mid 80′s,
my body heading in that general direction,
while my heart was right where it should be,
eternally grateful for never needing to be 13 again.