BernardYoung

By BernardYoung

R U Acting Your Age?

The stoop?
A pretence.

The white hair?
Deliberate.

I've gone for the distinguished look.

I don't even need this walking stick.

And when I forget my lines?
I'm acting, dear boy.

I'm acting old.
And everyone's fooled.


Poem copyright Bernard Young 2010

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