Jet Lag
Many things improve with age,
Like wine and certain cheeses,
But others turn to hurricanes
What once were gentle breezes.
Like jet lag – for the younger folk,
It barely makes a ripple,
While older flyers feel effects
In double, even triple.
For hours in an airplane,
In your 20’s, is just fun,
Though for every decade added,
Every synapse comes undone.
The young and old are different
In the ways that they are wired,
With jet lag in proportion to
The years that one’s acquired.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2017
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