Those old knees creak
They feel so weak
Buckle under weight
They always berate.
The strained lungs huff
Breaths grow gruff
No longer trained
With work to be friends.
Now eyesight dims
Peers close at screens
Unable to see
What's out their in seas.
Teeth shift and rattle
Each bite a new battle
Prepared to fall out
However one pouts.
That heart goes thump thump
As if climbing a hump
For e'er hard pressed
Its pumping distress.
Yet mind says run on
There's more o the song
Still not in a grave
Be blithe, be brave.
Full days follow
Life's not fallow
Horizon is blue
Believe that's true,
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