Isn’t it a funny thing
When young and spry you’ve got that zing
A joie de vivre, without a care
A certain kind of savoir faire
But then with age there has to be
Acknowledgment of gravity
In both demeanour and in health
The crush of age can come in stealth
Before you know it, gone is youth
You try to grasp, but that’s the truth
Inevitable is its path
No matter if you fudge the math
Stave it off with snips and tugs
With Spanx and botox, bad hair plugs
But age has way of sneaking up
No magic potion you can sup
So why not just embrace in full
Getting old need not be dull!
If you’ve saved well, and planned ahead
There’s lots to do before you’re dead
Don’t sit indoors and waste away
Hold feeling obsolete at bay
There’s world to see and food to eat
A sea to sail, good friends to meet
I tell you this as one who’s dealing
With that “am I done for?” feeling
Yet let my answer set the stage
To never ever “act your age”
It’s just a number, like IQ
It should not be what typecasts you
“Getting on” is not raw deal
You’re only as old as you feel!
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