No Age But the Mileage

A little poem I wrote in January 2015 just escaped being deleted when I was purging my emails:

No Age But the Mileage

No age but the mileage,
no miles but the ride
to the edge of the village
and the turn of the tide.

Old guys get the go on
to ride on ahead.
No age but the mileage:
the miles in your head -

the miles put behind you,
the miles still to ride.
No age but the mileage.
No miles but the ride.

©Roy Everitt 2015