Inside Out

Once I wore shorts that
Did not reach my knees;
Now in hot weather,
I stick to Capris.

Skin that was supple
And tight as a drum,
Now seems to sag
At the age I've become.

Wrinkles crop up where
There were none before;
Each day I notice
I've sprouted some more.

Still, I get dressed and
Put on a brave face,
Under which hides
My young self, just a trace.

I guess as we age
We protect what we know,
That inside, we're the same
As we were long ago.