Growing Older
G rowing older isn't funny.
R usty pipes don't work as well.
O ver-worked mind moves much slower,
W ords won't come, my tale to tell.
I was once an active youngster,
N ot a creek was in my step.
G one the child I was forever.
O h I miss her youthful pep.
L ots of folks are proud to tell you,
D ates and birthdays don't mean much.
E ach new day brings us a sweeter
R ipeness that the young can't touch.
For Acrostic challenge
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