The Older We Get
The older we get, the longer the time
It takes for our bodies to heal,
So we shouldn’t regret, since we’re out of our prime,
That we aren’t as strong as we feel.
Be it virus or flu or a cut or a bruise,
What took days to improve now takes weeks.
The old cures we once knew our new selves just refuse
To allow us to climb to our peaks.
Our two choices then are to ignore the advice
And resume our activities fast,
Or, though it seems bizarre, to avoid rolling dice
And slow down ‘til all symptoms have passed.
What will be, either way, if we rush or we halt,
We’ll be subject to what fate has planned.
At the end of the day, it is nobody’s fault,
Due to forces we can’t understand.
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