17 and 71

I was 17. A lot of things were rubbish.
I was 71. Sometimes I felt rubbish.
I was 17. I couldn’t grow a beard.
I was 71. She wouldn’t let me grow a beard.
I was 17. I was glad not to have to wear glasses.
I was 71. I couldn’t find my glasses.
I was 17. I could put a spring in my step.
I was 71. I was no spring chicken.
I was 17. I wore a football scarf.
I was 71. I still had that scarf.
I was 17. On the beach it was ‘Look at me!’
I was 71. On the beach… still no one looked.
I was 17. I dreamed big.
I was 71. I still dreamed big.