At 75 - Who I am inside
Written and revised by Judi Kipner Wolf
January, 2023
Inside I’m still the child
Daddy’s little girl
With bangs my mother cut too short
And hair of natural curl
Inside I’m still the kid in school
Who loves English and history
Starting to express myself
I begin to write poetry
Inside I’m still the preteen
A little bit shy around boys
An in-demand babysitter
Putting away my childhood toys
Inside the “hallowed halls” of high school
Will be a living memory
Where bonds and life long friendships
Would forever follow me
Inside I’m off to college
The 60’s have begun
The Woodstock nation would rise up
And I’m turning 21
Inside is still the young hippie
Who longs to civilly disobey
Who says hell no, we will not go
It shouldn’t be this way!
Inside of me the mother and wife
A move to Texas would change my life
The years would fly, the decades would too
Those fleeting youthful days are through
Suddenly to my surprise
I’m actually turning 75!
My reflection confirms what my mind cannot see
I wonder aloud, is that really me?
I indulge in nostalgia
And recall way back when
Sweet memories come back again
That’s who I am and I must say
I doubt I’d change a single day
Now the grandkids, the next generation is here
When I look in their eyes it all becomes clear
I’m part of them and their part of me
And hope for the future is all I can see
Peace love and old age! Bring it on 75
Written and revised by Judi Kipner Wolf
January, 2023
Inside I’m still the child
Daddy’s little girl
With bangs my mother cut too short
And hair of natural curl
Inside I’m still the kid in school
Who loves English and history
Starting to express myself
I begin to write poetry
Inside I’m still the preteen
A little bit shy around boys
An in-demand babysitter
Putting away my childhood toys
Inside the “hallowed halls” of high school
Will be a living memory
Where bonds and life long friendships
Would forever follow me
Inside I’m off to college
The 60’s have begun
The Woodstock nation would rise up
And I’m turning 21
Inside is still the young hippie
Who longs to civilly disobey
Who says hell no, we will not go
It shouldn’t be this way!
Inside of me the mother and wife
A move to Texas would change my life
The years would fly, the decades would too
Those fleeting youthful days are through
Suddenly to my surprise
I’m actually turning 75!
My reflection confirms what my mind cannot see
I wonder aloud, is that really me?
I indulge in nostalgia
And recall way back when
Sweet memories come back again
That’s who I am and I must say
I doubt I’d change a single day
Now the grandkids, the next generation is here
When I look in their eyes it all becomes clear
I’m part of them and their part of me
And hope for the future is all I can see
Peace love and old age! Bring it on 75