What We'Re Made Of

Of rubber is youth made
     bounding over life's traps laid
 
   Age gives way to silly putty
     try to stretch ~ no elasticity
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Ellison Avatar
September 7, 2022 at 8:03 AM
Elasticity! Non existence... trust me it doesn't get better! lol
Lawless Avatar
September 7, 2022 at 7:19 AM
what happened to those "rats and snails and puppy dogs tails"....
M  Avatar
September 7, 2022 at 1:39 AM
Ha so true Mr Wolf….a lil less rubbery but a bit wiser! Debx
Tor Avatar
September 6, 2022 at 10:27 PM
Such a contrast of truth Gershon fine examples of. I might be getting old but I still have elasticity where it counts, my movement that is...lol
Buehler Avatar
September 6, 2022 at 10:04 PM
The words of this poem are so true, Gershon. There's still a bounce in the step, though. :-) Evelyn
George Avatar
September 6, 2022 at 9:26 PM
Quite right! Apt and intelligent comparison of youth to rubber, so flexible and old age to putty with no elasticity.... :)
Hawkins Avatar
September 6, 2022 at 8:47 PM
No more spring in my hamstrings, Lost my rubber, now I blubber. Even my mind is hard to find. Willy Nilly, Balmy, Silly, Started to Rot, going to Pot!! Take extra care Gershon... Old Duck!
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