The body grows old
It’s natural we say,
To repel the idea of growing old.
But as our minds stay young,
Our bodies grow old, becoming weak.
We do what we must,
To stave off the creaking bones.
Our joints begin to seize up,
Even if we make daily exercise.
Soon the skin sallows,
And our muscles lose weight.
Getting up in the mornings,
Becomes a hell that won’t wait.
And finally our hair,
Thins, greys and loses it’s shine.
In the autumn of our lives,
We begin to accept it is our time.
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