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INVENTORY

Are you

growing old with grace?
this would seem to be ideal
among the ancient –
living style with wide appeal,
mental powers all in place

Well

take inventory.
how about deformity,
forgetfulness,
pain, its enormity?
broken down, is that the story?

Is there

a need for escape –
glory in the childhood years,
the times of fun and games
to soften your present fears?
inventory taking shape?
Do you have

loss of direction,
occasional drooling,
and prone to heartburn,
with constant trouble stooling,
burning need for correction?

Do these bother you -

rising cost of gas,
children making loud noises,
just any rock band,
people with piercing voices,
on the highway getting passed?

Are you

growing old with grace,
ancient brought up to present,
keeping up with times,
no struggle to be pleasant,
or old, trying to keep pace.


WELL

let me tell you this,
few there are so endowed
among the ancient
as to prosper in the crowd
with perfect health, life of bliss

SO

crack open a smile
share aches and pains with the crowd
let out your anger
in company, good and loud
let misery be your style

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