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