Old...

I am old, I am told...

"Move it Pops", dadgum they're bold...

It's me, it's me - the same ole me...

A little slower... man I gotta pee..

Logon to my bank account, oh, tummy churn,

Which happen fir$t, run out or the urn?

Most youngsters nice, but some looks we got,

Joke on you Sonny, you work, I not..

That Uncle Joe, he movin' kinda slow at the junction,

ED can happen, though some still function,

Majority, a simple goal to keep,

Make it to bed, before we're asleep.

Fitty came quick, that we all knows...

Remember ? We could still touch our toes.

Sixty, man, the snap of a finger..

More gas and geez did it linger.

I once was skinny but now I'm round,

Was svelt, but now a mound.

That don't bug me, that a sin?

I do wish though, I could iron my skin.

Seventy come, whew that was fast,

That OK, havin' a blast.

What once was hop, run and jump,

Now, we mostly on rump.

Ain't dead yet, no hurry to go..

Tween you and me, here's what I know..

Every day is a gift and of course we are blessed,

Good day ahead, just check Depends, haven't messed.

Laugh, love, hug..

Put a smile on that mug...

Bragging... we find fun at little cost...  We spread love and kindness as we learned from the Greatest Generation.. We love much: children, elders, acceptance of others even if different.. We've questioned much, thus, we've learned and we've led. Music, animals and friends cause us to emote - and in a good way... Yes, we look back - it's been a good thing. But too, we look ahead because we've a learned appreciation for so much.

Happy any ole' day - special, just like the rest,

Love, Victurd