POEM - What’s My Age Again?

I have a problem

Believing I have aged

Still the same me

Knocking around

In my brain

I don’t care

That years have passed

I’ve always felt

I have an old soul

But my behavior

That is the problem

It is always

Tuck that in

Comb the hair

Brush teeth

Wear pants

Be serious

Wash your filthy face

And I think I believe in single digits

Age is only a number

But a solitary number

So I add together any pairs

So instead of 43

I am now 7

And I won’t be much older

Until I hit 99

And that makes 18

Not single digits yet

So I compress once more

And now I am 9

And that is what happens

Always a little kid

Playing at this adult thing

Purely acting the role

Of the older version of me