The Old Young Lady..

Who's that old lady?
The one limping, her knee cracking with every step she took.
That decrepit one, with the risk of multiple sclerosis setting in.
Who's that young lady?
The one dancing, with liveliness reigning her day.
That insatiable one, hoping to be quenched of her dreams and passion.
Who's that old young lady?
The one writing, setting off the rhythm of the computer keyboard.
That contemplating one, pondering when the old will usurp the young within.