forever young

you decide one
day to never grow
old. you vow to
exercise, eat right,
drink in moderation,
you wear shorts
in the winter and
a ball cap like
a twenty year old.
flip flops, no socks.
you take vitamins,
you send away to
india to get the latest
generic drugs to
keep things in
working order, you
wear sunscreen,
get plenty of rest,
drink lots of water.
you keep up on the
latest music and
gizzmos that keep
you in touch with
your 'peeps'. you
try to keep up with
the hipster language
of the day. and yes
you realize what
a fool you appear
to be, but so what.
you've got a spring
in your step, you
call women babes,
your male friends,
brother, yo.
and say things like
that's what i'm
talking about, or
it is what it is,
or not so much. you
stay current, you've
got your gold
starbuck's card,
and an ipod wire
dangling across your
fifty push ups a day
chest. you're
not over the hill
but on top of the
hill and no one
needs to know that
you're listening
to frank sinatra
sing the summer wind
in your plugged
in ear.