I Got It Going On

I’m in my prime, just now finding my steps, working on all four cylinders, I’m a pistol, as sharp as a pin. I’m not Joe Biden I look younger in aviators. My teeth are brand new and who needs hair plugs? I’m a spry 71, almost limber just a little less stiff than timber. Mockingbirds wolf-whistle me as I jump out from a bush to force some sage advice down some 50-something whippersnappers throat.