DSC00280Growing Old….
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Growing old can be such fun,
Keep those aches on the run;
Eating out, don’t be late,
Mind the size of your plate.

When young studs parade their wares,
Respond benignly with a smile;
Subtleties convey who cares,
That is a more effective style.

Keeping mind and body in tune,
Grumbling gremlins stay at bay;
Pleasure goes to rack and ruin,
When the game is not in play.

Arrange a space to pause for thought,
Recovery times increase with age;
Helter-skelter stresses court,
‘Slow Down,’ says the seasoned sage.

Memory lapses are excused,
Oversights will go unheeded;
Audiences are quite bemused
When three-and-ten are exceeded.

The tide of life, ebbs and flows,
Providing both the rough and smooth;
Years have taught that in the throes,
Resides the balm the wounds to soothe.

Its not the length of life that counts,
Where-withal or where-without;
The measure of the water fount,
Abides within its quenching clout.

Gladness at heart is free to folk;
Receptive outlook holds the key,
The doors of being to unlock;
Leading to serenity!

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