you know you are
getting old when you
begin
talking by saying,
let me tell you a
little story about me.
here, gather around,
you little ones,
hop up on my knee.
then you settle back,
stroking your
pretend beard
and begin to regal
your captured company
with some wildly
untrue and embellished
tale of when you
were young and free.
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