Some one asks;
"How old are you?"
You are stumped,
stymied for a moment.
It is not that you do not know the number,
not that you do not know the year you were born,
nor is it because you can not do the math quickly,
but rather that you are mistified.
Bemused because the number that comes out of your mouth,
simply does not match how you feel.
The feeling is not physical,
it is not mental,
it is from deep in your heart.
How could i have so many years,
have so much experience
and be as old as i am?
For some reason i feel this often.