I Once Told a Story

I once told a story,
And somebody listened.
It was a tale from old days.
And I, being old, told it.
Some old stories,
Can only be told by old people.
And sometimes young ears,
Never hear other people's thoughts.
I remember those days,
As if I still lived them.
It is almost as if I were young,
Writing about being old.
What makes us old,
Except being told it?
Maybe being old lets me,
Tell the old stories.
But I rather be the young,
Person not listening to me.