Changing Conversations
Conversation’s bound to change
As aging takes its toll,
For when you meet with friends,
Exchanging stories is the goal.
So politics may be discussed
Or movies, books or shows
Or travel or the grandkids;
That’s the way it always goes.
Except that something else now comes
To take up center stage -
The ailments that we deal with
And those battles that we wage:
The brittle bones that lead to falls,
With MRI’s and slings;
The joint replacements, followed by
PT with all that brings.
The medications, bloodwork,
The procedures and the fears
That this is just the start of
Never-ending “golden” years.
No longer do we talk of
Wilder days of smoke and wine.
I guess that’s what’s expected
When you go to bed by nine!
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