Today At My Age

Today at my age... You may call me anything you choose. And I will still regard that as a compliment. At this stage of the game... To be given any attention, I find that to be remarkable. Who knew I would feel this way? When I was in my early twenties... Everyday I thought I needed to seek praise. And today... At my age, An insult heard that is spoken... And is tossed my way? I automatically know, Someone has taken the time to do it. And I thank them for their efforts made. 'What are you? Some kind of a fool? ' Apparently not just any kind, Or you would not have taken your time... To notice. 'Huh? What? ' You have made my day! You are a breath of fresh motivation. Thank you. 'And you are... OH, Nevermind! '