Growing old is very strange
For
certain things are bound to change
And
others you must rearrange
To
fit the way you’re feeling.
Since
doing things requires pep
And
sometimes just that extra step
Or
daily items you must schlep
No
longer seems appealing.
It’s
easier to stay in place
In
home surroundings you embrace
Instead
of slapping on a face
To
prove how well you’re dealing.
Not
everybody feels this way.
Some
forge ahead and greet each day,
Excited
for whatever may
Bring
joy to reach the ceiling.
Yet
I don’t envy those who go
From
here to there or to and fro.
I
look inside myself and know
There’s
nothing I’m concealing.
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