Funny, You Don’t Look That Old
The stars now shine for younger eyes.
The glory is lost to me.
Making a will is callisthenic enough,
Tho’ now it hurts in the knee.
Cookies and milk we cross through.
The middle ever-gut still remains.
Sit-ups and crunches aren’t honey toasted,
Nor the tears and grunts and strains.
Don’t ever age, is my advice,
If I may be ever so bold.
List your accomplishments where you can,
But try to leapfrog the old.
Where is the job for the 50-plus?
Gray isn’t scaled over one’s IQ.
Pretty as a picture you may be,
But I’m still smarter than you.