Here’s to the ageless ones …
the ones who self-identify with feelings
instead of years
The ones that triumphantly ride squeaky-wheeled carts in parking lots
and aren’t ashamed to order dessert first,
even if they’re eating alone
Here’s to the ageless ones …
the old souls in young bodies
bursting with wisdom they yearn to give freely,
yet no one receives without cost
Here’s to the ageless ones …
who sing and beat their steering-wheel-drum
chanting their anthems to the wide-open windows
and passerby cars
who carry on completely unaware
Here’s to the ageless ones …
to those captured deep-in-thought,
tangled in the philosophies they weave
theories stitched in time
yet surrounded by those stuck in the shallow end
Here’s to the ageless ones …
the running barefoot, hair down breeze dancers
who delight in the light that they chase
just to feel the thrill of releasing it back to the wild
Here’s to the young
the purposefully naive …
the dreamers who remember to play
Here’s to the old,
the vintage souls …
the antique hearts whose beat is the rest in-between
To those who transform
but refuse to conform their spirit to a number
too small to fit into
or big enough to get lost in
Here’s to the ageless ones …
for the world belongs to you
Thank you! Great images of those ageless ones on the move through our lives.
I’m so glad you see them too!
You have a gift with words ❤️
Thank you so much for saying so. It means the world to me. ☺️
This sure hit home for me now at 66 years young! Thank you!
So glad!!!!! ❤️