Age Defining
Crackle, snap, pop!
Now common sounds of waking up.
Thankful for a new day start,
while dealing with old body parts.
Oh by gone days, what use to be,
all these years, took it's toll on me.
But in my mind I think I'm fine,
those youthful days left far behind.
Todays endeavor, just do my best,
perhaps I need a little rest.
With age and wisdom come other things,
it's praises, no doubt, I will not sing.
A little creak here, a little leak there,
and now I find, I cannot hear.
The golden years, oh glory be,
can't wait to see, the future me!
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