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Curmudgeon
This body once near perfect
Now wrinkles and folds and sags
The eyes though still bright blue
Are both underlined by bags.
And although the sap still rises
It's not with the same old zest
But this body still hangs in
And does its very best.
The days of being superman
So very far in the past
With so much more awareness
Each day's nearer the last.
I still have keen eyesight
Senses of smell and taste
So the beauty of each spring day
Never ever goes to waste.
To those youngsters who comment
About my accruing age
I point out not everybody gets
To this advanced stage.
Reminding them of their mortality
Is for them a maybe a bit trying
But as I enjoy every day still
To me it's rather satisfying.
Now wrinkles and folds and sags
The eyes though still bright blue
Are both underlined by bags.
And although the sap still rises
It's not with the same old zest
But this body still hangs in
And does its very best.
The days of being superman
So very far in the past
With so much more awareness
Each day's nearer the last.
I still have keen eyesight
Senses of smell and taste
So the beauty of each spring day
Never ever goes to waste.
To those youngsters who comment
About my accruing age
I point out not everybody gets
To this advanced stage.
Reminding them of their mortality
Is for them a maybe a bit trying
But as I enjoy every day still
To me it's rather satisfying.
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Curmudgeon
Curmudgeon