HOW OLD AM i?

Birthdays!
Another year is a gift...
some love them and others
wish they would go away.
How old are you? These are
among the most frequently
used words in the Engish language.
Only insecurity asks this question.
How old am I?
What if I say 30? 45? 60? 90?
How would that ring your bell?
There have been days and years
I have grown older and days and years
I have grown younger.
Some days I feel 20 and others 100.
Is age a state of mind
a state of aches and pains,
or only a meaningless number?
Who knows?
Who cares?
Guess what? Here is my
honest reality. I believe in fairy tales,
old wives tales, and wishes coming true.
Perhaps I am 4 or 5, even a teen
made so by the rebirth of believing
in the Princess and the Frog.
You'll never know or guess how
old I am, cause it'll never matter.
WHY?
I was born, made alive, the hour we met,
you resurrected me from the dead;
and I have been your "baby ever since";
at least that what you call me.
RIGHT?