You’re Too Old For Me

You’re Too Old For Me

You said it like a conclusion,

As though time had settled the case.

As though connection checks a mirror,

Before it dares to take place.

You measured me in numbers,

Not in laughter or fire or truth.

As if the soul keeps a calendar,

And passion belongs to youth.

You did not see my hunger for life,

Or how fiercely I still grow.

You did not hear my curiosity,

Or how deeply I know.

Age has taught me resilience,

Not fatigue, not retreat.

It has sharpened my instincts,

And strengthened my feet.

If loving me feels uncomfortable,

That is yours to unpack.

I will not shrink my existence,

To make your fear relax.

I have lived enough to choose myself,

Without apology or plea.

I am not too old for love,

I am too honest to be unseen.

Time has refined my spirit,

Not diminished its flame.

I know what I bring to the table,

And I honour my name.

If you need youth to feel alive,

Then walk your chosen road.

I am not too old for connection,

You are too afraid of depth bestowed.