Sometimes I forget

Sometimes I forget
that I am old...
And move furniture
to achieve my goal
Of cleaning underneath
or rearranging a room
To spice things up a bit
Or provide more light...
Sometimes I decide to scrub
down on hands and knees
The tile floors
And that used to be a breeze...
At 30, 40, 50 and even more
Maybe even at age 64...
But my bender isn't bending
As well as it did before
And then I realize
To my surprise
That some might call me old...
Sometimes I pull things out
Of closets without planning
How to accomplish the feat
Of getting things all back inside
Within the same day...or week
And don't like to speak
Of how hard it is to keep on track
When the pain hits my back
And my legs refuse to obey my command
To continue to stand.
My mind plans these things it wants to do
And it would seem to me
That since my body has to be
Age 67 the same as my mind-
That it should respond in kind...

i wanted to reply to this post but i forgot what to write?

Overheard at Mattress store:
Salesman to us: This is our best mattress! FOUR US presidents have slept on this mattress!
Me: Well, it certainly has held up well!
Salesman: Huh?
Me: If it has had four presidents sleeping on it, it certainly has held up well!
Salesman: I did not see that coming...

I know the feeling:

That since my body has to be
Age 67 the same as my mind-
That it should respond in kind...