The Golden Years

Another year older Another year gone, A little more wisdom, Can that be too wrong? A few more fine wrinkles, A dark spot or two, Expressions pronounced Through the skin’s darker hue. Time seemed eternal, A lifetime ahead, But blink and what happens, One’s tummy has spread. Gone is the spring In every short step, Running and climbing The portent of dread! That little matters As habits have changed, From physical feats We’ve become full estranged. Now it’s the mind That blossoms each day, The proof of that fact Is we’ve so much to say. Opinions aplenty No subject taboo, We’re party to gossip Be it false or quite true. Diversion’s the key Stimulation the goal, A leisurely day Fine food for the soul. So what is the downside Of ageing and such? To this very point We wager not much!