If You Live To Get Old
If You Live to Get Old
Dedicated to my Father, of
Blessed Memory!
If You Live to Get Old...
Yet, you retain, your youthful
heart,
Zowie~ you have an enormous
start!
Sure, your rooftop may turn
gray.
But to you, each day is but
another chance to truly play!
You do anything you darn well
please.
You are the last to be cleaning
out cabinets on your sore knees.
Sure, you have pain of all kinds,
Comes with the territory, pay it
no mind.
My Father refused to go to the
Doc's! (three cheers,Dad)
He lived long and extended his
life clock.
He always did things for others
No matter the weather.
Bet he's in heaven now~wearing
a smile, and elegant Borsellino
hat with an exquisite feather.
And driving his favorite car, the Cadillac,
with gorgeous,elegant soft leather.
My Father~ a man who loved life,
jokes, family, great music, food and yes~
playing the ponies,
at Arlington Park Race Track.
Later, his granddaughter was the
star and love of his life!
So, if you get to grow old,
Create fun and enjoy it.
Do not be morose, be happy and
outrageously bold!
And always follow Whitman's
advice:
" Resist much; obey, little!
Then, it's a blast, growing old.
June 20,2019
Panagiota Romios
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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