The Arc of Life
Life consists of a happy youth
The beginning of a lifelong arc
Then a dear dear family comes next
Life is like a day in the park
Joy and laughter are number one
We just can't believe our luck
Then we notice our first grey hair
And panic begins to erupt
Must be a mistake, it can't be true
I'm at the top of the curve
Perhaps a grave error has just occurred
Now “grave” that ain't a good word
Still very vibrant and filled with pizzaz
I'm much too young to get old
However I do feel a chill, it just can't be
This body's starting to feel cold
Imagination is running away with me
Still got lotsa gas in the tank
Just hit the ancient age of eighty years old
Guess I've got good genes to thank!
© Jack Ellison 2015
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