If you live to a certain age
And reach that special “senior” stage,
You very likely will engage
In noting your decline.
The aching knees that slow your pace,
The need for cane or splint or brace,
The things you’ve lost and must replace,
The hour at which you dine.
The constant visits to M.D.’s,
The nodding off to catch some Z’s,
The words you know but can’t quite seize,
The fast-asleep by nine.
The list goes on, but what’s the use?
For just the young or most obtuse
Believe the years will not reduce
Their lives to one like mine.
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