It's Not the Golden Years

What's a person to do I implore? I can't ignore Or Restore My father's body to what it was like before. The older he gets the more He seems to the youngins a bore. He's not obsolete. His chores are harder to complete. He does get so upset He could roar. Furthermore The pain fills him with regrets. He can barely get up each day from under His coverlet. Getting up from a chair You hear snap, crackle, and pop forget About going up and down stairs Or Even out the back door To explore He is sore! Yet, each day he buckles it in so he can Have the satisfaction of saying he may Not be like he was before It took some time but he did finish His chores.