Aging Well

My aunt plays mah jongg twice a week
And, far as I can tell,
She likes the game at the Senior Center
Known as “Aging Well.”

While visiting, I joined her there
And dusted off my skills,
Observing all the functions that
The Center thus fulfills –

Camaraderie, the sense of pride
That competition brings
And time away from home in which
To stretch reluctant wings.

At 97 years of age,
My aunt still likes to play
And “Aging Well” allows her
To keep doing things her way.

agerhyme

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