Younger people have no clue
That
many things they like to do
Will,
one day, prove to be too much,
By
slipping from an aging clutch.
The
rah-rah-rah and go-go-go
Of
constant moving starts to slow.
The
parties lasting through the night
No
longer whet your appetite.
The
dinners that begin at 8,
With
drinks you’d once appreciate,
Give
way to early-bird-type meals
With
much less food, which now appeals.
The
traveling to cool locales
To
ski or hike with groups of pals
May
be the trip you once would choose,
But
now, you’d pick a river cruise.
You
never think when you are young
That
you would ever be among
The
people who have reached the age
Where
life is at a different stage.
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