Heir Apparent

The young have energy to spare; Some old folks, too, but they are rare. The difference, though, when we compare Won’t help those younger to prepare. For life is stressful and unfair With pain and sorrow we must bear And as we age, we have our share Of circumstances that can scare. There’s bound to be some wear and tear On brain cells caught in worry’s glare, Depleting strength from reaching where There’d be a chance at some repair. So those of us with graying hair, Though not quite in a rocking chair, Are, through our bodies, made aware That where the bed is – we’ll be there.