Old is Younger

It’s strange that as the years go by

Old folk, they younger, get

I have a mem’ry from quite young,

I still can recall, yet.

I would have still been very young

But old enough to hear

And understand all that was said

By those I held so dear.

In our village, with mother,

From church, a girl, we met,

Who’d be, late teens to twenties

T’forget this, mum didn’t let.

After initial greeting,

Which really was quite short,                                                                                                                         A compliment was given,                                                                                                                           On this, I do report.  

                                                                                                                                                     “You’re looking good today Mrs Ross”                                                                                                                                “For an old girl, don’t feel so great“

“YOU’RE not old” was her reply.....

’Twas THEN I dealt  my fate

“My mammy IS old”, I replied

My mother looked forlorn,

I continued on that "she

Was 40 when I was born”

                                                           Now having passed my 'forties' by                                           .                                                                  Two plus a half  decade,                                                                .                                                               Forties really was quite YOUNG,                                                  . ..                                                              Of  THAT, I'll, YOU, persuade.