The Irony of Growing Old
If you find yourself classed as being old,
You may have in moments more lucid,
Looked at your situation from a rational point of view,
And taken the time to write down your thoughts,
In the for and against column,
Regarding how you feel about being classed as old,
And the benefits, or lack thereof, you see in the situation.
I tried that once but all it gave me was a headache,
So, I don't recommend you try,
Unless you have a warped sense of humour,
That allows you to laugh at life's little ironies,
For instance, why is it that, at the time of life,
When we have seemingly got the bigger picture in Focus,
And think we have developed a plausible theory,
On what life is all about,
We find our horizon shrinking,
Faster than melting Ice Caps,
Or retreating jungles.
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