The gray has taken over
Tiny lines are in pursuit
This aging thing’s a battle
Fighting back is kind of moot

I snap and pop with movement
Oh, these aching bones are rough
Okay, okay, already!
I have had ENOUGH!

They tell me I should exercise
And I do, but not the right way
Maybe that’s the reason
My pants now fit the tight way.

Next year I hit the big six-oh!
I’m not ready for that number
Unless, of course, it also comes
With lots of extra slumber!

I know I’m being silly
What is it about age?
It’s not the worst that can happen
In fact, I hear it’s all the rage!

Something everyone is doing
Whether they want to or not
I think I have decided
This age thing ain’t so hot!

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