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Aged chains are hampering me.
They get heavier constantly.

Age changes everything,
Voices crackle, making it hard to sing.

Walking and talking become a chore,
The conversation is a bore.

When the subjects get too deep
Old-aged folk tend to fall asleep.

Mumbling softly under their breath
They often gasp, scaring guests to death.

When they lay with open mouth
They do not realise their teeth went south.

This state of affairs could cause them to dribble,
It may embarrass some, but to old folk, this is trivial.

Getting old may make one sad,
But after all is said and done, it's not all bad.

How lucky old folk are to be still alive,
To have lived a long life and survived.

Father Time has passed us by
We aged folk should not moan or cry.

We should be gracious and thankful, too,
And hope that life will be kind to you.

Trusting future generations will be healthy and strong,
And be gifted with a life that's happy and long.

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