Heir Apparent
The young have energy to spare;
Some old folks, too, but they are rare.
The difference, though, when we compare
Won’t help those younger to prepare.
For life is stressful and unfair
With pain and sorrow we must bear
And as we age, we have our share
Of circumstances that can scare.
There’s bound to be some wear and tear
On brain cells caught in worry’s glare,
Depleting strength from reaching where
There’d be a chance at some repair.
So those of us with graying hair,
Though not quite in a rocking chair,
Are, through our bodies, made aware
That where the bed is – we’ll be there.
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